pittsburgh, pennsylvania: over 900 bridges (according to chacha), intimidating and proud residents, many different kinds of friends.
i've sweat a lot since i've been here. first it was because of seeing colin again. second was because i felt confused and overwhelmed. third because i was seeing mickey again. fourth because i didn't know how i was getting back home. but now all (most) of those issues have passed- 'time is a healer', as they say.
{ stephanie josephina }- -good. positive. i'm glad we're together right now.
{ mickey humpula }- -interesting, good, okay, unexpected, understandable. i have mostly been surprised at how two people can be isolated on a farm as workers like we were, get to know each other pretty well, separate (because we both have lives to lead, i guess), then connect again like we are supposed to connect again. riding around the city with him has been just a surprise at how connections between two hearts can be made and remembered. i'm sure we could have never seen each other again and it would have been unspoken and alright, but that hasn't happened. whatever connected us was apparently strong enough to keep us reasonably present in each other's minds. interesting. i wonder what it's for and what it will lead to.
{ colin dinsmore albright }- -ssaowuehflksdcniwyefbnwodcmowuebgnfvoijwmeociwoefubijn
i set up my bed near his, but he moved his because he wanted to play music and i couldn't sleep and i wanted my head to be not higher than his and i wanted to be there, but it wasn't good and i couldn't sleep well anyway, so i moved downstairs. we're not going to connect. he was why i came here. i'm disappointed. maybe there's nothing to connect about- why should i expect to connect with another person just because i expect to? that doesn't make any sense.
went to waynsburgh with ben,kevin,heidi,heather. went to groovies, saw transformers, made gooseberry pie, slept outside, made a fire, got my hair cut, met jeremy czec, and it was important and positive.
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