Teo's age is starting to get to him ( Read more... )

Ew, I'm in Michigan ( Read more... )

I'm in a B&B slash "horse hotel" in a tiny Bible Belt town in eastern Ohio. Struppie is out in the barn flirting with some Haflinger mares, or hopefully sleeping by now since it's 2:30am. We survived a late start and eleven hours of driving before rolling in here around 1am. Not to mention a ripped trailer tire at the start of our trip - Mom ( Read more... )

OH DEAR GOD IT'S MY LAST DAY AND I'VE ALREADY CRIED A BUNCH AND IT'S NOT EVEN NOON YET ( Read more... )

Packing sucks, and I don't want to leave.

The feeling I'm experiencing is not quite the utter hopelessness of the end of college, but it's heavier than I thought it would be.

I can't imagine a future without you in it. "You" meaning the handful of people I don't want to lose. "You" meaning Providence.

Here's to keeping in touch with people and ( Read more... )

Sitting here with sandpaper eyelids and a mouth tasting of smoke and blood, all I can think is:

I wish we had more time.

Do you ever get broadsided with the realization that your world is about to change?

Exactly one year ago, I wept for the end of college and boarded my first transatlantic flight. I toured Italy with the most warm-hearted, intelligent, passionate, life-loving orchestra in the world and looked forward to my new life in Providence with giddy ( Read more... )

Today, my actual age (23) inches closer to my internal age (indeterminate, but I'll say approximately 28).

I've never cared for the inherent selfishness of birthdays, for the unjustified self-importance underlying the celebration of one's entrance into the world. Like all animals, we emerge from the womb, we age, and we die. To some extent, ( Read more... )

This morning, as I was driving from my mom's back to my house, Stan Rogers' "The Idiot" came up on my iPod. The song is about the Alberta oil boom in the 1970s, and given its Canadian subject and my rapidly-intensifying homesickness/Canadasickness, I started crying. I played the song at least five times in a row. I've never underestimated music's ( Read more... )

In the past two days, I have:

- Gone to a PawSox game that lasted ten scoreless innings before the Buffalo Bisons (sidebar: isn't the plural of Bison...well, Bison?) finally scored a couple of runs in the top of the 11th, to which the PawSox quickly responded by tying the game and then drawing a walk-off walk.

- Gone mini-golfing and rediscovered my ( Read more... )