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in six hours i will be on a bus to asheville, north carolina. for the last few days i've felt, at once, both overjoyed and incredibly sad. i don't think that this is contradictory in any way. there is an actual physical manifestation, like a weight inside my chest-- sad to leave the beautiful people that i've connected with, glad to know that i have, in fact, made those connections. an intensely excited forward-looking. i wouldn't have my departure any other way.
there are these four places, dispersed throughout the country, none of which i have seen yet, but one of which, hypothetically, will ultimately help me to feel more fulfilled and directed. i hope i did my research right this time. my stomach's been nervous and upset for a couple days. "let's not fuck it up again, anna"/"goodbye, city that gets stuck under my skin: i'm moving on"/"i'm a terrible liar, but i'm good at keeping secrets."
i'm on my way, in a variety of ways. that is what i want to tell you. the air was dotted with a light snow yesterday as i stood on the platform of penn station. i smiled and wiped cry-y snot on my pants and felt light.
there are these four places, dispersed throughout the country, none of which i have seen yet, but one of which, hypothetically, will ultimately help me to feel more fulfilled and directed. i hope i did my research right this time. my stomach's been nervous and upset for a couple days. "let's not fuck it up again, anna"/"goodbye, city that gets stuck under my skin: i'm moving on"/"i'm a terrible liar, but i'm good at keeping secrets."
i'm on my way, in a variety of ways. that is what i want to tell you. the air was dotted with a light snow yesterday as i stood on the platform of penn station. i smiled and wiped cry-y snot on my pants and felt light.