1300 miles and three days later I am home and tired tired tired. I took so few pictures when I was out of town, but I’ll post them as soon as they are developed.
Trips to the city leave me experiencing an interesting sensation where at any given moment I feel like I am home while fully aware that I am not; there is a familiarity to the place that calls to me and draws me in. And while I am there I am torn between the desire to go see and do everything I can in the short amount of time I have, and the wish to simply slow down and enjoy time with my friends over coffee or dinner or a movie. Well I could certainly solve that problem by moving up there, couldn’t I? (That was for you, V).
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