been around the world and i, i....

so in these days.
the "anniversary" of my accident has come and gone. i have eaten turkey and pumpkin pie and chocolate croissants and scallion pancakes and so much jamon you wouldn't even believe it. i have slept in over-sized hotel beds in southern spain, taken the terrifying elevator up the eiffel tower, driven through olive fields following spanish signs i could not read and peed on the side of the high way in ireland.

it's not like going away takes it away. but the distance. felt good. and the perspective. got wider. and the freedom of no one knowing me on the street. of not even having to listen to the chatter because it doesn't speak my language.

and so we passed the days eating, and sitting, and holding hands, and drinking wine.

here, at home, the landlord still asks for josh and the checkbook still needs to be balanced and the floor needs to be vacuumed and the air is cold but christmas is right around the corner and i saw the pixies last night and i ate the most delicious piece of chocolate pecan pie.

and so.