leiru13

To quote one of my best friends, "Well, shit, kids..."

So, I've been away from the Holy City of P-Town for a month now. I can't believe that I actually miss the city itself. Of course I miss all of my friends in it, but it is the city for which I ache. It is being downtown and anonymous, listening to city rhythms and breathing city air. Riding my bike across the Hawthorne Bridge to go see my friends on the other side of town. Street musicians riding the MAX. Walks on sunny days with my favorite professor. Sushi and bento. TJ's. My friends and doctors at the hospital. My girlfriends and the softness between women that is secret intimacy. Seven am curled in my best friend's bed, cold in the room, so we can see our breath. Long bike rides in the middle of the night. Cafes. Dinner parties. My pretend grandma. My pretend moms. The promise of something...