i have hope.
i get excited thinking how this is only one third of my life, already enough for a book of stories. i get excited thinking about travels and projects. excited thinking about finding love, starting a family, living life all over again. getting old, growing wise, teaching from experience, falling more in love, living life all over again. i have hope. i am excited.

i get excited when i listen to music, the voice in my head narrating the scenery. i live in a movie-esque reality, caught up in the climax and fall, the eb and the flow. i am indecisive. i drink coffee. i drink tea. i sit on the couch watching tv. i work in the reed college library for twelve hours. i go to dance parties and dance, too scared to talk to anyone. i get crushes on the stranger studying next to me in the red and black cafe. i sleep cold in my truck with coat and sweaters for blankets. i go broke shooting a documentary. i miss my kittens in chicago.