El Salvador.
Savoïr faire a blessing and curse,
Outcome by either serendipity or design.
The end of the beginning or the beginning of the end,
A sunset.
Sophomore Year Band
If you could leave it all, would you drive me out West, so we could settle down in some secondhand place. We could make up stories of our childhood days out there. And I could be the queen of our small town parade. You could be the leader of a bold marching band. You could play the drums and I could wave my hand for the crowd. Tell me all about it when we're older and we could laugh at how I always told you life could be. Maybe I could turn you from your wandering ways, and you could rescue me from all my stupid mistakes. You could be the cynic and I could be naive. Someday we'll remember the weight of our fears. We'll hang ourselvs a photo of our younger years. You could call me baby and I could call you dear.
One of my best friends at school, Pam, got married on Saturday, to a wonderful man. The ceremony was lovely, she looked beautiful, and the two of them could not be more in love. I was so happy to be able to share in their special day with them, and I am so happy for Pam's friendship.
I am constantly reminded here of how many amazing friends I've made this last year, and every time I am a little bit "down" and wishing I wasn't here, I think about how much my life is improved by the new and wonderful people I've met this year, and how much I would miss them if they weren't there.
Santa Fe
Phoenix
Portland
New Orleans
EDIT:
New York
Richmond
Charleston
Minneapolis
Montreal
Toronto
Providence
Santa Barbara
San Francisco
Denver
Austin
Atlanta
As I'm in between apartments right now, it's hard to get motivated to do much of anything because it's all going to be in boxes and suitcases in a matter of weeks. So, clothing ends up in piles on top of furniture, etc. Except for that my behavior in this regard is apparently inconsistent because I just had the following problem:
"Where are my new khakis?"
"They're not in the 'clean clothes' basket... they are not in the 'dirty clothes' basket."
"Well, where else could they be?"
"They're absent from the bedroom floor, absent from the bathroom floor. I just cleaned the living room, so I know they're not there."
...They were in the closet, neatly pressed and hung. Exactly where they're supposed to be, exactly where I left them.
