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I am sitting at the desk in the brand new loft in Brooklyn, eating last night's chinese and watching a cat climb down the fire escape outside the window. The last few days have been so surreal. Boston was nice, eventhough I spent much of my time there in the hospital. Now I am back in the city and I have to go into Manhattan to get a haircut. I hate walking down to alphabet city though. The blocks feel endless and my feet get tired out by the monotony of wondering when I'm going to get there. Thinking outloud.
I couldn't take any more goodbyes on sunday. I'm sorry Drew. I just had to go home and curl up and be by myself. I don't think it's quite hit me yet that I'm here and everyone else is still in Halifax, and moreover that I'm staying here. I miss you guys. Everything that happens I think, "oh, megan would love that" or "i've gotta tell chelsea" and then i remember that i'm here and youre there. And now we see the purpose of livejournal. This is like and open letter to you, and will be for the duration of the time i use it.
There is a firehouse next door. Every so often an alarm goes off and the big doors crank open and the truck rolls out with its sirens blazing. Needless to say its not too quiet here. But i like the noise. Its like the way that people sleep with those white noise machines. I was never really used to the silence.
I love you.
I couldn't take any more goodbyes on sunday. I'm sorry Drew. I just had to go home and curl up and be by myself. I don't think it's quite hit me yet that I'm here and everyone else is still in Halifax, and moreover that I'm staying here. I miss you guys. Everything that happens I think, "oh, megan would love that" or "i've gotta tell chelsea" and then i remember that i'm here and youre there. And now we see the purpose of livejournal. This is like and open letter to you, and will be for the duration of the time i use it.
There is a firehouse next door. Every so often an alarm goes off and the big doors crank open and the truck rolls out with its sirens blazing. Needless to say its not too quiet here. But i like the noise. Its like the way that people sleep with those white noise machines. I was never really used to the silence.
I love you.