and I dreamed I was flying...
This Valentine's Day weekend was really wonderful. It really highlighted for me how despite feeling really limited by New Paltz at this point, things are really falling into place for me. I feel good. And even when I'm itchy, it's not to escape who I am anymore, which is an accomplishment I can appreciate. Especially when I look back at how I was a year ago at this time. Especially when I remember that it wasn't so long ago that I really knew despair. When I get itchy now, it's to get to somewhere bigger and opened out wider. I don't know where I'm going, exactly, but I'm getting really ready. And as I walked down Main Street tonight there was this great pink-orange sunset over the ridge and I thought to myself: I can know that this is beautiful now and be ready to leave it at the same time.
And to top everything off, Alex and I wound up on the same bus going back up to New Paltz from New York, which was really weird and really great. I mean, it was very perfect, was the thing. We had this catch up session which filled me up in old ways. Our conversations stick with me in general for surprisingly long, and there were some elements of that one which were no different. Well, there were a few in particular that I guess I just needed to hear, that she was right about. Old roommates are just really really right sometimes.
And to top everything off, Alex and I wound up on the same bus going back up to New Paltz from New York, which was really weird and really great. I mean, it was very perfect, was the thing. We had this catch up session which filled me up in old ways. Our conversations stick with me in general for surprisingly long, and there were some elements of that one which were no different. Well, there were a few in particular that I guess I just needed to hear, that she was right about. Old roommates are just really really right sometimes.