i am moving to montana in may. it’s possible i can not say it to myself enough. montana in may, montana in may, montana in may. it was my only 2012 goal, and the first step, saying yes, yes, i accept to a lady from the conservation corp calling me, has been completed.
last year started like this: one day i was waiting for the bus outside trent’s apartment where i was living, and train song by feist and ben gibbard came on my ipod. i played the song out as me, years later, tracking down a guy i had a crush on at the time, and the reunion we would have. i wanted to push and pull on my relationship, and i just started crying. i cried all the way to class. i...