April 12, 2025

I finally feel comfortable here.

After such a long year, nothing has disturbed this place. The other website is safe too. Nothing has moved out of place, nor has there been disturbing additions. I’m grateful for this peace. It feels like my mind is constantly racing. The ringing still happens, but I don’t care anymore. I won’t let it get to me like it use to.

I’ve decided to commit to the statement I first made on my website. This will be the first of many entries both my findings and my head. It will help me keep track of days so I don’t disappear into my work too. It’s so hard not to though, especially when considering my most recent circumstances. Something amazing has happened. I received swathes of packages that were all of varying sizes and shapes. When I opened my front door to see them, the smell was pungent. They stained my doorsteps too. I think I was too overwhelmed to really acknowledge any of that that when I saw them. I just started dragging them into my home. They’re all inside of my garage now, safely tucked away.

Even so, I can’t help but have strange thoughts to myself. I feel like I am becoming more paranoid, even though whatever was inside my website is long gone. I’ve considered things like myself being watch. Then I have thoughts akin to the possibility that someone could break into my home and take everything away from me. Welcome Home is my life. I was chosen to do this work, but the idea if it being torn away makes my chest tighten. I try not to give these thoughts any weight, but it’s hard not to.

I don’t think I can leave my house anymore either. But that’s okay. My work will guide me.

I’ve started opening more boxes since our Julie Joyful finds were archived. My next update… I think I know who it is.

I’ll talk to you then. Don’t forget to wave up high.

• W