Tag: travel
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Winter
I said that, on the contrary, I had come to believe more and more in the virtues of passivity, and of living a life as unmarked by self-will as possible. One could make almost anything happen, if one tried hard enough, but the trying—it seemed to me—was almost always a sign that one was crossing…
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Houses and Homes
I’ve lived in seven, or, eight, or nine apartments, houses, abodes, since I left Berkshire Court in Isla Vista (left, then returned to, but I say left for now). I’ll count them, now, on paper, because when I try to count them in my head I start remembering the details of each, I lose track…
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Speculations
Today is my mom’s 62nd birthday. That means that 31 years ago, she was pregnant with me. It’s quite possible that 31 years ago, she was swimming in a pool in Danville, the family cat, Cow Kitty, by a window at home. Cow Kitty is the subject of one of my series of security questions,…
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& other endings
I spent some years of my twenties tethered to a single storyline in my life. It’s the one in which after false starts, and false stops, and what you like to call bad timing, you can love the person you believe you want to, or should, or have all this time. It’s the ‘one day’…
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Imagined Endings
There is reason to believe I have become overconfident here, I swim across the municipal lake from the unpatrolled side, I cross the streets between tram lights and street lights that might be green or might be yellow but I’m going, anyway, I catch the 3-line instead of the 160 as Google Maps has directed…
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Comings & Goings
I find myself in a Starbucks in Annapolis, Maryland, it’s the capital, which I remember because it’s one of the capitals in the 5th grade States & Capitals deck that is not the city you’d expect. Salem, Oregon. Lansing, Michigan. Carson City, Nevada. Olympia, Washington. But I’d no less expect to be in Baltimore than…
Sophia Steffens 