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Graduated. Walked in the ceremony at least. Taking a country music course online to finish up my last elective credit. Still need to send out announcements -- too cheap to pay for professional ones, and too lazy to get them out in time as invitations.
Gearing up for Spain. I leave Phoenix on May 30th. I leave Granada on June 30th. I'm terrified, cannot calm myself, cannot learn Spanish again fast enough. I foresee many tearful nights, many frustrated fumbles of the tongue before I declare myself mute, like I tried to do when I was seven.
Then what? Move back home. For how long? God only knows, but it can't be long, not with the tension I've been getting from Dad lately. Graduation weekend, the first time I've seen them in weeks or months, and he initiates all of the worst conversations imaginable: are you a lesbian? are your friends? why don't you go to church anymore? why does it seem like you only call for money and favors? etc. etc.
Jordan's. I want to be there. It would be like bodyslamming my parents on bricks. Decisions, crushing no matter what the answer.
Moving out of my apartment over the next two days. Little to miss about it aside from its silence and seclusion. It feels like it was never mine in the first place, like I borrowed someone's room for a really long week or something.
Jessica. China. Tell me about it.
Kirsten. Your letter's been in my purse for weeks. I intend to write back. Soon.
Philly. Got your message. Will be in Flag, boxing up my life. Call. We'll see if something works.
Gearing up for Spain. I leave Phoenix on May 30th. I leave Granada on June 30th. I'm terrified, cannot calm myself, cannot learn Spanish again fast enough. I foresee many tearful nights, many frustrated fumbles of the tongue before I declare myself mute, like I tried to do when I was seven.
Then what? Move back home. For how long? God only knows, but it can't be long, not with the tension I've been getting from Dad lately. Graduation weekend, the first time I've seen them in weeks or months, and he initiates all of the worst conversations imaginable: are you a lesbian? are your friends? why don't you go to church anymore? why does it seem like you only call for money and favors? etc. etc.
Jordan's. I want to be there. It would be like bodyslamming my parents on bricks. Decisions, crushing no matter what the answer.
Moving out of my apartment over the next two days. Little to miss about it aside from its silence and seclusion. It feels like it was never mine in the first place, like I borrowed someone's room for a really long week or something.
Jessica. China. Tell me about it.
Kirsten. Your letter's been in my purse for weeks. I intend to write back. Soon.
Philly. Got your message. Will be in Flag, boxing up my life. Call. We'll see if something works.