Back in New York, where it is not particularly hot, but somewhat short of oxygen, where the house needs to be packed up and the landlord pacified, where there is suddenly so little time left to see so many people before japan becomes real, where, as always and therefore unsurprisingly, everything is chaotic, where student loans must be dealt with and personal finances are becoming family finances, where there is decidedly no pelicans or azure waters, but where there is cold water in the faucet and a lunchtime of hummus and vegetables and smiles and joy.
Confirmed dates:
- August 15th -- surrender apartment
- August 21st -- fly to Calgary
- September 18th -- fly to Japan. And then live there.
Is this an un
doomish,
busless entry?
At
this place, we heard a Spanish rendition of "Perhaps" and decided that it was certainly not written by Cake.
