When I came here, a decade-and-a-half ago, I am sure I did not imagine that fifteen years later, I’d be lying on the floor in a completely different state, singing Appetite to my three year old because she wanted to hear the songs “you sang me when I was little.”

And yet, here I am, and I can’t imagine anything better. In another fifteen years, Maeryn will be eighteen, and I can’t imagine that, either, but I know it’ll be here faster than an eyeblink.