Last night I filled up the final page of the journal I started in October 2015, while I was abroad in Florence. I bought the journal for three euros from Tiger, which if you’ve never been to is kind of like the random cheap junk section at the end of IKEA except that’s the whole […]Read more "my ‘bernice bobs her hair’ moment"
On the first of August I am going somewhere else. I am getting on a plane and leaving this town, then I will leave the next town, and the next town, and the next town. I’ll be a moving target until September, at which point I will hopefully continue to be a moving target, but […]Read more "somewhere else"
I have my last final at 1:30. I don’t feel like I can prepare for it any more, but I don’t feel ready for it either. I’m in this weird in-between state that I have to reduce to just ‘waiting’. I am waiting. To do well? To do poorly? I don’t know. Honestly the study […]Read more "waiting"