epic.
we did it. atlanta, asheville, bloomington, philadelphia. made our way and felt fucking amazing. something new and different is inside of me, i hope. something worth fighting for. i havn't felt this excited about my life in so long. its nervewracking to let go, nervewracking to know that come sunday i will no longer be honing my east coast attitude or snacking on hoagies and iced tea. its all west coast espresso and rainy day brooding for this bitch from now on.
there are so many holes in my heart from all the people and places im always leaving. it is weird to be the kind of person who changes their mind constantly and never sits still. when im going its like all that matters are the long drives with sarah. leafing through zines with ali. and then im still, back in philadelphia and weird, awkward and alone, packing boxes and wondering how the fuck such a tiny room holds so much shit. five boxes of books, two of clothes. three crates of records, a lamp, a stool, and a bike. a cast iron pot and a tea kettle. everything i've ever owned. all going to portland , oregon. it makes no sense but still i totally understand it. im starting anew.
my brain goes a million miles per hour as im pretty sure anyone who actually knows me knows by now. i feel too much too quickly, leave everywhere confused, dont know how to keep my feet planted. for most people i know taking control means getting organized. for me it is giving up on structure for now. i might be in your town before you know it because no place is home except in my friend's arms and beds.
that's it for now. im sad and i probably miss you. i am happy and im moving on.
there are so many holes in my heart from all the people and places im always leaving. it is weird to be the kind of person who changes their mind constantly and never sits still. when im going its like all that matters are the long drives with sarah. leafing through zines with ali. and then im still, back in philadelphia and weird, awkward and alone, packing boxes and wondering how the fuck such a tiny room holds so much shit. five boxes of books, two of clothes. three crates of records, a lamp, a stool, and a bike. a cast iron pot and a tea kettle. everything i've ever owned. all going to portland , oregon. it makes no sense but still i totally understand it. im starting anew.
my brain goes a million miles per hour as im pretty sure anyone who actually knows me knows by now. i feel too much too quickly, leave everywhere confused, dont know how to keep my feet planted. for most people i know taking control means getting organized. for me it is giving up on structure for now. i might be in your town before you know it because no place is home except in my friend's arms and beds.
that's it for now. im sad and i probably miss you. i am happy and im moving on.