if you'll just come back home

uh-oh. ([glottal stop])

blah for the past few weeks i've been all "new york!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111"
looking up the avenues (specifically 7th and 5th) made me feel small and lucky and in love with the city again.

now i am on long island. it is nice having nothing to do, but oh i forgot --- i get so extremely bored so quickly.

and everyone else is goin' (/went) on an airplane.

i've become quite accustomed to plane travel, and while i hate the flights themselves, i am obsessed and in love with airports.
because no matter what they can never and will never be mundane.

i haven't been on an airplane in two months. only two months!!! that's not long at all, considering the long gap between july and january, which i survived last year.
though come to think of it, i was horribly depressed in the fall.

i want an adventure! sososososososo badly.

and at first i was thinking may, but then i thought august would be better because it is closer to christmastime and i'd have more money after a summer of working my ass off. and europe would be my goal and my reward.

but today i realized damn. that's five long months from now. five very long months. longer than my entire time in paris last spring. which seemed very very long.

and it's only been two months and three days since i was last there!!!!!
so if 2 months and 3 days feels like an eternity, how in the world will another 5 months and 3 days feel ???????????????????????

DEATH BY BOREDOM and severe best-friend-lacking.