summer is gone. autumn has arrived on cape cod. the hostel closes to the public tomorrow. our group arrives later next week for a month, then home for thanksgiving. i've been applying for jobs. hopes in columbus and chicago. i've been sleeping too much. it's the weather (i tell myself). don't want this life anymore.
you look at things and wonder where did that go? how did i end up here? after all this time. five years later. people come in and out. you feel like it was just yesterday.