I'm back! The hilarious part is that I am currently sitting at a bus station in the middle of new hampshire of all places with a 1950's suitcase with the most amazing bumper sticker stuck on the side of it. I bought it at the last art hop and it says "it's all about the benjamins. support the arts". Hilarious. Today has been completely surreal. I forgot my phone at halfjack's this morning during the goodbyes and therefore had to run all over Boston tracking him down so that I would be able to get a hold of people when I arrived home and if anything went wrong on the treck I would need some form of communication.
So after finding him at his place of working (which was pretty cool to see, he looked all professional) I forgot his keys yet again during goodbyes, found him , helped an old women across the street (i have never done that it was pretty rewarding...oh those boy scouts maybe they are on to something...anyway), jumped the T to arrive at the bus station. I was walking around thiis huge train station and it was the most surreal feeling ever. Everyone I passed resembled someone from my life; past teachers, past friends, current friends that do not live in Boston. I seriously had to shake my head and wonder, "am i dreaming?" ,
Then I ordered a ticket to New Hampshire of all fucking places, hoped on a bus with my little ol' suitcase without wheels and couldn't believe it. I mean I could go anywhere. It was quite an amazing revelation....your two feet with help from a bus and 12 dollars, can get you out of the state. Now I'm sitting listening to christmas carols at a bus stop and decided to rejoin SG. I missed the online community, I had a lot of fun on here so I'm back for some more.. :Life is good. I think my next entry will be dedicated to this suitcase (I was reading "The Unbearable LIghtness of Being" on the ride and was making suitcase metaphors.
Favorite line from the book that I have committed to memory:
A single metaphor can give birth to love.
I leave you with that thought as I jump on another bus. Crazy life.
So after finding him at his place of working (which was pretty cool to see, he looked all professional) I forgot his keys yet again during goodbyes, found him , helped an old women across the street (i have never done that it was pretty rewarding...oh those boy scouts maybe they are on to something...anyway), jumped the T to arrive at the bus station. I was walking around thiis huge train station and it was the most surreal feeling ever. Everyone I passed resembled someone from my life; past teachers, past friends, current friends that do not live in Boston. I seriously had to shake my head and wonder, "am i dreaming?" ,
Then I ordered a ticket to New Hampshire of all fucking places, hoped on a bus with my little ol' suitcase without wheels and couldn't believe it. I mean I could go anywhere. It was quite an amazing revelation....your two feet with help from a bus and 12 dollars, can get you out of the state. Now I'm sitting listening to christmas carols at a bus stop and decided to rejoin SG. I missed the online community, I had a lot of fun on here so I'm back for some more.. :Life is good. I think my next entry will be dedicated to this suitcase (I was reading "The Unbearable LIghtness of Being" on the ride and was making suitcase metaphors.
Favorite line from the book that I have committed to memory:
A single metaphor can give birth to love.
I leave you with that thought as I jump on another bus. Crazy life.
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Glad to have you back. You were missed