We went to a group forum where folks shared stories of things they’ve experienced as immigrants – Katie and I took the bus home.
There was snow in the rain today, I sat in a coffee shop and learned my favorite barrista was leaving, I sat in the coffee shop and waited for something to happen.
I sat with my brother and sister in the tattoo parlor- the ink rose up underneath my skin, and all three of us have something on our bodies forever that remind us how connected we are to each other.
We walked through the down town streets, got dessert, smoked a cigarette.
I was supposed to do Quaker things today, but the roads were icy, so I stayed in and watched Ali: Fear Eats the Soul.
Justin has a stoned spongebob toy that’s crammed in a corner in his basement; I sat on his bed and played my violin into his mic, Alexa sang and Alex played guitar – I watched our voices rise and fall on Justin’s computer.
School and work and more school and texting and messaging and phone calls, and nothing new, and i’m tired and confused and okay.