Listening to Kings of Convenience, "I Don't Know What I Can Save You From." There's something about the line "somebody for whom I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on" that is simultaneously poorly written and well put. I really miss making tea for people in my big tower room on Sunday afternoons.
I'm leaving Sunday. Right now I am so busy that the only time I have to actually contemplate this going are the down times at work, when I am writing "Winchester" and "Wellesley" on slips of paper and thinking about how I will never actually see these places. It's sad, leaving.
I did go to New York last weekend, hung out with Natalie and Ryan and the Covenant art students. Natalie took me to Prada and I now understand . . . okay, I don't know what I understand, but I feel like some kind of enlightenment took place there. We spent many hours on the subway and I realized that people in New York have really great shoes. Went to All Angels again, and remembered why I love my fellow Christians. In New York I also discovered that all Youth Hostels smell the same. I don't know how they do it.
Posted by linnea at May 19, 2006 1:32 AM