aside from the overall tragedy that the hurricane has inflicted, this week was the perfect break and exactly what i needed to get away from the madness of school and to get to know my new roommates a lot better.
i'll be in los angeles in two and a half weeks. i've been trying to compare my bushwick home to my midcity home. they feel completely different. midcity living was wooden and country french, very unusual, beautiful, and coquettish with savory barbeques, strawberries with sour cream and brown sugar, furry sweet and mischievous animal company, a real friend family and acoustic music. bushwick is freelance grungy crisp and boozy and full of swagger, loud music, and constant surprises and has a smell that i can't put my finger on but it's definitely related to boy. i like the present and i loved the past. these are material descriptions of a feeling that i can't put to words, which is the feeling you get in your head and chest when you wake up and see light each morning, and when you pad around and touch things when no one else is home, and how the outside looks from inside and how much you can see in the dark from your bed at night. if i could really encapsulate those feelings i'd get them tattooed because they're what i would like most to preserve and flaunt.
