The wait, to see where this is going. This pain i have caused someone else, that i am also feeling. The anger, disappointment. This first, pregnant rot.

Happy to read Rawaan and Felicity's recent entries. Happy about Felicity's last days at work, Rawaan's enormous bookshelves.
Happy to know that I will be going to Senegal.
Sad to think about goodbyes.


Spent a couple hours in Portland's Rose Gardens this afternoon with Cutter Wood. A very pleasant day; can't lie, don't want to go home. Parents (though supportive and loving 98% of the time) think am going nowhere and that I essentially whore self around, grandmother is degenerating and mother seems to plague life from a distance.

Obviously, sentiments are just sentiments and i love home and family.
But friends are family, too, and I have the most amazing friends in the world.