maypirate

It was so far from New York, so much farther than across a country on a different ocean, and it was so beautiful, so heart-crushingly beautiful and I wanted to just raise my arms to the perfect, perfect blue sky and melt into the streets, and just live inside it forever.

California.

I had a lovely time and I did lovely things, although I failed to find a computer case and a few days after I bought a new cell phone hanger it broke on a ride at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, but it was still fun. I saw my cousins and my aunts and my uncles and my grandparents and lived in California and got burned in the California sun and we went to the ocean and I looked out at it and said "I'm crossing you."

And far too soon.

I have completely lost track of time now, I shouldn't have been gone so long but I needed to be gone, and suddenly Vicky will leave in just days, we need to have a wedding, and then...So little time! How did this happen? How did it go so fast?

I barely remember how to speak the little Japanese I know, and I have to pack, and get my hair cut, and I won't even be in Madison that last night, I'll have to say my goodbyes in the afternoon and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...

It's just too much for my brain to handle.

But I love California.

And I missed you guys too.