back in the middle with you
So I'm back from the Bay, where I was camping out at Pete's g-parents' house for 5 days or so. How did the time disappear so fast, into hours on public transportation, giggling with his g-ma, playing fetch with Ranger, snuggling on the worn leather couch in front of hours of mindless electronic garbage, struggling up up the hills of SanFran, sliding down delightful microbrews. Now I guess thinking about what stood out I do see where all the time went. What me llamo la atencion the most was the sneaking feeling of premonition. This is what it's going to be like if we ever set up house together, I'd think as we carried groceries home. As we took turns in the bathroom. As the "you" and "I" slowly disappeared into that vast abyss of "we" and "us." It' s so easy to play at coupledom, but I can see the nerves seething beneath the surface when the reality of this summer, of next year rises to the surface. I'll be in Boston. He'll be in California, Mexico, Eastern Europe. I'll be in California. He'll be in Philly, DC, NYC, anywhere but here and here is where I've always known him to be.
Everything else is kind of fine. I'm behind in all my work, but I'm trying not to think about that. I was thinking way too much the week before I left and not thinking for once is doing me a world of good.
I just read the speech Obama made in response to the remarks made by his pastor, Rev. Wright. For the first time, I can feel hope fluttering inside.
Everything else is kind of fine. I'm behind in all my work, but I'm trying not to think about that. I was thinking way too much the week before I left and not thinking for once is doing me a world of good.
I just read the speech Obama made in response to the remarks made by his pastor, Rev. Wright. For the first time, I can feel hope fluttering inside.