holycrap in two and a half hours i start traveling to london (i arrive tomorrow morning)!
as i’ve said a zillion other times: ahhhh i can’t believe it!
i’ve had a weird feeling. it started at the very end of april, very beginning of may. i was so completely out of fucks to give. it’s that point where you’re so far below not okay in any way that you find a little reservoir of floaty-feeling strange-ok-ness. it faded into a summer dormancy. when you’re a good planner and schedule-maker, you can find ways to walk through life with only little pauses for real interaction and connection.
but now london and aloneness on a new continent and so many new people and dancing for real again and— so much that i can’t finish the thought