Home for Todd's wedding!
It's been a year and a half since I've been home, and I somehow forgot how clear the skies were at night.
How could I forget so many stars....?
In my roommate's room, a pair of pants hang over the back of the chair I'm sitting in and I can't stop thinking, "Are these pants mine...?"
Home for Todd's wedding!
It's been a year and a half since I've been home, and I somehow forgot how clear the skies were at night.
How could I forget so many stars....?
Rebecca was the first friend I made when I moved to the Bay Area. We went for a burrito for lunch one day, and have been friends ever since. Saturday was her 40th birthday. She had the kind of gathering that reminds me of why I can't seem to leave this place -- lots of music, and lots of genuine, creative, and fun-loving people... :)
I remember sitting in the dark in a house in Greeley... Chris was playing Apex Twin's ambient works and we were just listening to it -- Danny, Matt, Heywood, Chris, Vanessa, Max, me... I remember not being sure how I managed to find myself in such exquisite company and how I never wanted to leave it.
Max got married last weekend to a woman who shines. :) And, me and these fools got to spend some very quality time together again because of it.
<3
We're sitting in a wine bar and he starts telling me about the mural club he was in back in Boston... his story is interesting, but I somehow manage to space out to think about how he held my hand for the first time on the way to the bar.
Holding hands is sweet -- such a simple gesture to be close to someone, while simultaneously feeling like a grand statement about your relationship to the world. He is not super tall, and his arms are a natural length for his height, but the combination of our heights, plus my 4" heels, (as sweet as it was) resulted in slightly awkward hand holding. I didn't care, but I did notice and start thinking about it in the middle of his mural story...I tuned back in as he was saying something like, "...three stories high...", at which point I sincerely asked (a question that my brain would have never processed as strange until after it had been said aloud).
"Do you have really long arms?"
He gave me a squinty half smile and a, "Har har... yeah, I have really long arms... No, we used scaffolding!"
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:)
The Butterfly Effect.
I have so much in my head...
I'm presently freezing my ass off in an apartment on the 22nd floor of an air conditioned building in the middle of Manhattan. It's very much summer outside, and the feel of it makes me long for it....
I've been working on this trip since the beginning of the year, but the pieces didn't fall into place until last Tuesday...and then everything happened so fast that I feel like I can't remember how I got here. ...though, the 7 hours I spent on a plane next to an old woman whose first question to me was, "Do you speak English?" should jog some memories. Well, that and the cab driver who somewhat shyly asked me if I was Japanese and if I knew the Japanese baseball guy who was transferred from Seattle to the Yankees. I'm pretty sure he meant to ask if I knew of him....even though that's not at all how it seemed. Oh, New York... there's something about you that's always so real. I love that.
I'm missing someone right now.