i love being here, i really do; i love campus and people and always feeling like i belong. i’m working on loving new haven— that’ll come. but sometimes i wish more than ever that i could be eighty miles west. because everything and everyone converges there, and i’m always on the outside, always eighty miles away. not for want of trying, let me tell you; not because i like it. and i mean, sure, when you let me know i’m glad for you. but it’s not like i don’t wish i were there. it’s not like i don’t feel a little bitter at the thought of being so far away.

but the fact is: i’m here and you’re there (all of you, my friends, my loves) and that’s the way it’ll always be; that’s it.

4:48 pm  •  19 September 2010  •  3 notes