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2002-06-18 9:31 PM American Girl's All Weather And Noise. Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Secluded. ==================================================
Location: Guru and Piscis' house on the Northside. I'm not ready to be "back". Not yet. So, instead of being "here", I'll simply post the result of a quiz I took today (with some of my miniscule computer time--I will write back to all of you, I promise)--and be marginally present.
Woof. So yes. I am the proverbial tank, as it were. Supposedly the perfect warrior, yet a devoted pacifist. Savor the irony. Off again to my hiding place, to give myself time to soak up this new place, new people, new world, really--before I rejoin the rest of you. I am happy, though. Know that, if nothing else. The next entry I write will be a love letter to my new home, in all of its rough beauty, from Polish Hill and its narrow brick streets to sudden thunderstorms and rainbows stretching over the Heinz factory smokestacks to my new little white house (yes) in Squirrel Hill, overlooking the Monongahela and a valley full of leaves. I'm planning my garden (jasmine, bleeding heart, black pansies, and lavendar) as we speak. Tomorrow, we leave for yaga's folks' place in a green corner outside of Philadelphia for five days of sleeping in, drinking tea, and (possibly) throwing pots in his mother's clay room. For the moment, wish yaga and I a happy anniversary (eighteen months together today), and go seek out some happiness of your own. Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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