it isn't sinking in.
last night was the last night at our favorite bar, mahoney's.
the 3rd to last night sleeping in my bed.
the only stuff that i have packed is now in the back of a new hampshire-bound volvo. the next time those boxes will be opened is in september, in a 3rd floor apt in boston.
after friday the next time i see A, N, E, the boys next door, pretty much everyone i count as an acquaintance at this school... will be... september, but maybe never.
the black gown is hanging in the closet... gold hood and cords. it looks foreign and lonely. a symbol of the unknown in a place that has become my home... everything is familiar, comfortable, and safe.
i am ready to leave. i'm just not ready to never come back.
2004-05-26 11:20 a.m.
the simpler the thought it seems the more profound cliche
the simpler the thought it seems the more profound cliche
