| Well, it's official now. Boston and I are breaking up. We've had a passionate, abusive, on again, off again relationship, and I've decided to put it to bed for a while. Who knows when or if we'll reconcile, but god knows it will be Boston who comes crawling back to me. I am leaving for Philly. There's still some things to work out, Boston owes me some money and will be keeping my couches and a few things for a while, but I'm going to try and fit as much as possible of my life into a Honda Civic and maybe rent out a storage space so I'm not separated from my cd collection for very long. So, Philadelphia and I are about to become lovers. I'm fucking this city on the first date, and I'm scared to death but I'm too turned on to say "would you settle for a handjob?" and call it a night. I am excited and scared at the same time and feeling both emotions in such volume I am afraid I might throw up at any moment. In Philly, I look forward to: -better beer -vegan cheesesteaks -being close to people I don't see enough -going back to school -turning my life around I've never really left anything behind. I am leaving A LOT behind here. Family, friends, memories. So many things. I wish it was possible to pack up the things you love and take them with you, but I'd need a lot of suitcases. I really don't know what else to say now. I'm fucking terrified. I am having a hard time sleeping. I have so little time left here, I don't want to miss a second of it. |
