strange existence somewhere between two islands

i now live with just these two weirdos:



JC is fun. Wandered off around Hoboken after chilling with two of the neighbors upstairs (2 mgsa dance students, imagine that). Mag picked up some Australian dude who works for the BBC on the PATH along the way--good for her. New city, new people.

Back at Hartwell now and it's just not home with its weird transition stage, smatterings of belongings, none of which belong to me. Mom and Mike are returning with the truck in the AM to take the rest of the crap to the apartment. I'm far from having anything resembling regrets, but how strange to be at home but not at home. It was time to move on.


hartwell to wayne st.

i'm looking forward to the change.




come and visit!!!