Katherine Mez

Today i put on your cologne so it would smell like you were right next to me. I know that sounds weird… mainly because i’m a girl and it’s men’s cologne….

It smells better on you anyway. 

my darling friend Lauren Stonestreet who is one hell of a photographer took some pictures at my last show and i have been soo taken with them i thought i might share.

look her up. she’s amazing.

*****

on another note i have been really out of the swing of writing on here on a regular basis but believe me, im back and will be more diligent from now on.

-k

Recently i have been looking into this whole feng shui thing.

could it possibly be any more confusing?

after 2 hours of research the only thing i understood was that mirrors are bad for bedrooms, i needed a wish fulfilling red jewel and something called a victory horse in the south of my room. Needless to say i’m short on victory horses.

no wonder new age is always being choked up to mumbo jumo.

wish me luck.

“If home is where the heart is my home is with you”

- “where it all begins” : andrew stonestreet

I feel as if i would be so much better away from here. This state of entrapment i feel as if ive inherited just by merely living with those who are my family in this rural place they call music city.

I have trouble breathing or even thinking lately. Like every part of life has been cut or ripped from me and i know not how to function in waking life. I have become a zombie living amongst the life in which i use to live. Maybe its simply that i felt more alive in this past month living some place else then i maybe have ever felt here and being here feels lacking….or something to that effect. Thats all i can say is that something here isnt right, its missing something, its lacking. You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. Thats where i’m at. Or is it that i just dont fit here anymore? 

Have i’ve out grown this place i once called home?

yes.

…but if that is the case then where do i go?

where do i belong?

If the saying “home is where the heart is” true, then will i never feel at home until i am with the one i love? Or maybe its with the ones i love? Dont get me wrong i love the people i love here. period. i do.

But this just isn’t my home anymore.