things about me
As I put it to Ali earlier this evening, Phoenix is the place that I go when I fail at Seattle. Which is in large part why I think it feels weird to be back. I live there and am visiting here and that is backward and right. This is an ugly city, a city in it's awkward teenage growth spurt. Gangly and clumsy, identityless and self-conscious. My bedroom is not mine any more. I may be sharing it with a stranger who was once my closest friend. We've barely talked since he moved across the country. It will be, simply put, odd. Roary is a little wad of cute and her eyes focus and there are clearly thoughts behind her actions, however obscure the relationship may be at this point. I am meeting an ex for noodles, and might yet be obliged to wear a collared shirt, but I can't say for who's benefit. I brought a scarf, a necklace, and a lighter with me. Only one is apt to have actual function. I wore my father's jean coat tonight. I am about as grown as I'm likely to be and it was still massive. It was still dress-up. I am not my father and his clothes will never fit me. Oddly, his shoes I fill just fine.