the way it is
So, as a rule, the less often I write the better I'm doing. It's been a pretty good couple of weeks. Amazing in fact.
6.28.06 upon returning back to germany from my week in maine for my brother's wedding.
That was quite possibly the best vacation ever. No wonder I'm crying. Today I arrived back in germany after a week I had been looking forward to steadily for two months. And it was everything it could have been. Only the shocking sweeping lifelessness of the party being over has got me now. But enough of that, let me tell about this week of bliss.
When I finally, finally, finally stepped through the sliding glass doors at Logan International I saw Brandon right away...standing in front of the railing, holding flowers from my mom and sporting a freshly-cut friseur. We embraced and he looked and felt all new, in an almost frightening way. Faced with the long lost physicality of the person whose been in thoughts and dreams so many days after another was one of those moments. lots of little realities against the real One. We drove to Revere Beach and sat in the sun and looked at each other's legs, now separated by at least sixteen shades of melanin. Walking into our apartment in J.P. was similar, everything looked right but, wasn't the sink taller? The light different? Riding my bicycle again, everything foreign and familiar and after such a short time of being away...a short time that felt so long. Catching Matt driving by on the street was the beginning of everything falling into place for us on that trip. A barbecue with friends and familiarity and exhaustion and then falling asleep on the roof and watching the sun rise over a boston summer sky. Pad Thai on the church lawn and talk about money and responsibilities and parking tickets. I rested Brandon's head in my lap as we discussed some of the hard stuff, and everyone walking by looked over at us and in their faces I saw repeatedly the glowing recognition of love. 'Aww, look at the happy couple' I could see them saying in their heads. We got this all week. Oh, just look at us.
Trader Joe's for camping snacks and then onto the road! The great American highway (or at least a little piece of it)! All the driving was perfect -- not far at all but enough to make it feel like we were on vacation -- going somew
6.28.06 upon returning back to germany from my week in maine for my brother's wedding.
That was quite possibly the best vacation ever. No wonder I'm crying. Today I arrived back in germany after a week I had been looking forward to steadily for two months. And it was everything it could have been. Only the shocking sweeping lifelessness of the party being over has got me now. But enough of that, let me tell about this week of bliss.
When I finally, finally, finally stepped through the sliding glass doors at Logan International I saw Brandon right away...standing in front of the railing, holding flowers from my mom and sporting a freshly-cut friseur. We embraced and he looked and felt all new, in an almost frightening way. Faced with the long lost physicality of the person whose been in thoughts and dreams so many days after another was one of those moments. lots of little realities against the real One. We drove to Revere Beach and sat in the sun and looked at each other's legs, now separated by at least sixteen shades of melanin. Walking into our apartment in J.P. was similar, everything looked right but, wasn't the sink taller? The light different? Riding my bicycle again, everything foreign and familiar and after such a short time of being away...a short time that felt so long. Catching Matt driving by on the street was the beginning of everything falling into place for us on that trip. A barbecue with friends and familiarity and exhaustion and then falling asleep on the roof and watching the sun rise over a boston summer sky. Pad Thai on the church lawn and talk about money and responsibilities and parking tickets. I rested Brandon's head in my lap as we discussed some of the hard stuff, and everyone walking by looked over at us and in their faces I saw repeatedly the glowing recognition of love. 'Aww, look at the happy couple' I could see them saying in their heads. We got this all week. Oh, just look at us.
Trader Joe's for camping snacks and then onto the road! The great American highway (or at least a little piece of it)! All the driving was perfect -- not far at all but enough to make it feel like we were on vacation -- going somew
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