ryan and i are getting ready to go away, away, away. and i'm sad that everything else will stay in it's place. like when we leave, a whir should tousle our old world up. like our little toes plug up some wind pipes and when they're removed, the ozone bubbles should suck in and out in readjustment.
i don't like thinking about paul moving into my apartment, even though i love paul. i don't like thinking about how much i'll miss my street. my bar. my bed. my pots and pans.
but in leaving we'll be seeing so much more! ryan has never been to europe and i get to be wrapped up in him when he sees it. i know what it is like to wonder around, saddened by how annonymous you are, even to yourself, in some downtown. then how all the sweet little details catch on your eyelids and you know you're somewhere new, and how important that is.
i have this feeling that ryan is going to be a fantastic travellor. he's experimental, he's exceptionally comfortable.
we leave in one month and ten days and will open our eyes in spain.
on another note, i'm a bad drunk. i hate thinking about how bad of a drunk i actually am.
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