dusting off

It’s been months, and since I don’t think there’s much value in summary, I’ll just say for historical purposes alone that a lot has changed. I’ve moved in to a new house, made a few new friends, said a not-so-permanent goodbye to some old ones, and have recently learned that I have a shot at graduating in two more semesters.

That said, things are looking up.

Spring is upon us yet again in Albuquerque, winter seeming distant as usual once the days grow longer and things begin to bloom. Snow by morning, sunburn by the afternoon. I’d like to think that I’ve learned something over the delirium of last summer and the strangeness of winter, but it’s nothing approximating a cohesive brand new philosophy towards life or some neatly packaged impression of myself. I’ve just begun learning how to learn to be a human, learning to let things happen while still being an active participant in my final destination (to be determined).

Enough esoteric bullshit.

The new house kicks ass. Multicolored and full of wonderful objects, it’s the expansive, cleanlier, version of my first apartment. Only it has a backyard, and the most incredible potential to be lit by diffused day light. While there were several “housewarming” parties when we moved back in January, few have felt quite as warming as our most recent BBQ Extravaganza, an event that resonated with the special sort of giddiness afforded people in the desert when signs of summer return.

Sam and I recovering from said BBQ extravaganza with mimosas and dress up…

As for the approach of summer itself, I think I might finally be able to afford to leave town by May. First trip on the list, visit the lovely Lenore residing in the concrete jungle of NYC. Come July, Joe and I will be driving up the coast of California to San Francisco and potentially Portland, his decrepit Saturn willing. I also feel this uncanny urge to travel through the south more, something about the climate, the languorous atmosphere, the pull of so many artistically blooming secret towns and cities…but a girl, or at least this girl, only has so much time and money.

More stuff to follow, hopefully more regularly. It feels important to document things somewhere  I can’t lose them.

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