Well, the sun has finally come out. It’s noon on Thursday, the rain has been pouring down for days and days, and I am awfully relieved to avoid another wet commute (that is not a euphemism). I am at Cafe Zing, sitting in the window, realizing that I am really ready to start looking for apartments in the city.
My sweet little Subaru Forester that I bought in July has died. But, on the bright side, the friend who I have loved since grade school is getting married. I am going to New Orleans with four of my favorite people in the world in a week. A new chapter is beginning, in which will be written the storyline that I have all the patience in the world to discover right now.
My trip to Asheville earlier this month lit a fire under my ass. Not necessarily because I want to move back there or speed through school, but because I remembered that I am surrounded (if not literally or geographically, more in my heart) by beautiful, amazing, talented, inspiring people, both in Massachusetts and North Carolina. Upon my arrival back in Boston and my modicum of involvement in the Occupy movement, coupled with the sweetness of new um, “like-like”.. I have started to try to be more present.
It seems like a strange thing to have realizations upon a series of disastrous events, but that’s how I roll. Inspiration out of the dirt, ’cause there’s so much beauty in it.
And for Fuck’s sake, this time next week, I’ll be on a plane to NoLa.
I’m off to the ICA with my printmaking class.
(simultaneity of organic and geometric forms, the dichotomy of nature and self-control. this is where my brain is right now.)