hullabaloo

I read Ghost World in German, courtesy of Nicole, and with my own English copy for reference when I needed it. When I was in high school, that book resonated with me in such a different way. It seemed inspiring, and hopeful, and funny, and this time around every part felt so melancholic. And so real. There is so much melancholy in our dumb lonely lives sometimes. So much joy, too, though. Things are fun, things are weird and nonsensical and beautiful.

At Brew Not Bombs I drank some good homebrew and had some good conversations and danced to some good banjo tunes. Oh man. Each time I thought I was about to leave, something new came up. So many faces I've been wanting to see, so many friends to grab onto and jump around and dance and keep each other upright, how lovely.

I can't wait to get to North Carolina and smell trees and clay and sky.