I needed this

As much as I can't wait to move out into a one bedroom apartment, I do have kickass housemates. Tonight, Logan made us pozole to observe El Dia de Los Muertos; I helped (him and myself) by cleaning while he was cooking so we wouldn't have a big mess in the kitchen by the time he was done. While we waited for our dinner, we made an altar for the day of the dead in our living room. I finally made myself dig up an old letter Charlie wrote to me so I could put it on the altar. As soon as took the letter out of the envelope, saw his handwriting, and read the first sentence, however, I started crying, so I just put the letter and the envelope (with random shit pasted on it in true Charlie fashion) on the altar without re-reading it all. CJ and Melissa came out and added photos of their friends and family; then, we "introduced" all the photos and objects on the altar to each other. Twenty minutes later, I had an amazing bowl of pozole and a glass of wine in front of me, and I felt deeply happy, grounded, and connected to my own self for the first time in too long.