all my little plans and schemes - nothing but a bunch of dreams. all i really needed to do - was maybe some love. i don't expect you to understand - the kingdom of heaven is in your hand. i don't expect you to wake from your dreams - too late for pride now it seems. why must we be alone? it's real, love - yes, it's real. -- john lennon

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

I am so close to my new home I can smell it.


Things I have learned this summer:

There is nothing more comforting than a pajama-clad conversation with a friend, over nasty frozen pizza.

Small-town restaurant = enough drama for three soap operas.

People are not one-dimensional.

I am rather obsessed with self-discovery.

Three cures for any ail:
1) stargazing
2) That Thing You Do
3) Joan Baez, "Diamonds and Rust". Belted out. From an empty stage at the fairgrounds.

Long-distance friendships are possible, and necessary.

Orange City is probably the safest, most comfortable place in the world.

More to come.

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