And you, you have hope for me now. I danced around it for a while…
He’s back in Boston and I feel like I did again last summer, unsure, a little jaded, doubtful—but beneath it, probably a little foolish hope. He asked me if I reached home and I said yes. And I asked him if he’d landed and he just told me he just listened to a nice lyric from “Port of Call” by Beirut and that he’d talk to me soon.
I wonder how many songs I’ll write in his wake.
In other news, JJ and I found an apartment down in Irvine together. The cost is a welcome break to my rent in SF. It was suburban and strange, I was definitely culture shocked, but I’m excited to ask questions in and of this weird place.
I’m going to Iceland soon, and I’m planning an East Coast trip to see M and talk about our bidnass plans.
Her: We finish each other’s s-
Me: -ocial justice rants.