next year

yikes! reality has hit me & my head is spinning. a year ago i was still cozy in my 1940 apartment: dragging candace (my neighbor whom i miss so much) or ben to chilis every evening for my molten pie. jenny lo was on my couch because the dead bird on her stairway tipped us off and we needed comfort after seeing the most awful and gory movie in the world. i didnt go to graduation- i didnt want to leave the most perfect place i had finally found. i wanted to stay across the hall from marius and hear his mozart blasting through his thin door.i wanted to live next to candace where our computers were literally back to back but we still emailed each other frequently. i took comfort in meeting elizabeth downstairs for our infrequent morning runs. megan was just an el ride away & ben could break into my apartment and suprise me with cds. and then i had to leave.

i moved back home and at first i thought nothing could be worse. regression regression regression. some unwelcome and unsorted memories & high school alumni sitings at gas stations. but i somehow carved a little niche here and slowly, somehow, many loved ones crawled out of the woodwork and back home again. i am soon to leave another place i love again. only four more days of my job and then i will be heading out to minneapolis to find my new home for september. i have fallen in love with a boy who eats oatmeal twice a day. i have found a friend who loves my singing as much as candace. i have made some wonderful friends at work who have inspired me in ways i never could have dreamed of. im sad again this spring to say goodbye to my classroom and coworkers. and i wonder where i will be next year.