you were never gone,

and you knew it. 

that is why i still love 

you.

I just made 5 loaves of banana bread for the house. Happy summer.

Well, i gave up on livejournal on my 130th post, like i promised myself when i created it in 8th grade.

This is new. This is a place for my ramblings that are not attached to my eight grade meanderings about boys and depression (though those two themes might show their faces).

I started a new life one year ago when i left my chilhood home in Hopkinton for Tucson to live with a boy who ended up disolving in my arms. Changed to the mountains for a place more like home than anywhere. And now, i am living with my dream collective for a short while and i could not be happier (cirrcumstances asside).

My ramblings should reflect on this shift.