doors to doors

after 8 months of working and saving money, i have recently made the seven-hour move from siloam springs, arkansas to lincoln, nebraska. this is part of the drive.

it is very flat here and a lot of people look sad and like they all have jobs working with heavy machinery or something.

i am squatting at a friend's apartment downtown for a month or so while i make money. after that i don't know.

i can say however that i miss arkansas terribly. i miss my walks through the park and the forest behind my parent's house. i miss my dear and beautiful roommates (i keep saying to people here 'eat my asshole, fuckface' and i only get afraid-looking faces like they don't get it). i miss the shadow puppet shows i used to do for tracie and i miss getting up early to read emerson in the cafe with josh. i miss being able to walk to work and i miss not feeling weird about not flushing after i pee (conservation). i miss the back porch that hung over the street. you could see the park from it and a little waterfall in the creek. it was all a very wonderful time but i was very ready to leave.

in other news, this is my new roommate: lillian.




this is her and her mother, ember.

tonight i read her books on clothes, homes, and animals. she played my tambourine loudly and sang.

i have just finished putting her to bed. she cried for a few minutes but now she is quiet and making small cooing noises like she is talking to herself. this has been going on for the past 15 minutes. i don't understand it.

there is something magical happening in my life right now. it is very big and i sometimes feel overwhelmed by it.