but i've been busy. busy in the sunshine and the nottoohot heat. busy with barbeques and lakes and trees. busy with my best friends in the world and my beautiful family. i've been home.i'm obsessed with where i come from. it's this combination of nostalgia, safety, fresh air, and the overwhelming feeling that i have nothing to do and everything to look forward to. that is new hampshire to me.
and so i spent the last week indulging myself; swimming in the lake, picking blueberries, grilling burgers, staying up sosolate, internet-stalking people from high school, laughing too hard, eating too much, scouring the little stores downtown for fun things to bring home (case and point: a copy of the jungle book from 1915), visiting all my favorite places, slapping away mosquitoes and moths by the truckload, seeing plays, and relishing in the fresh, clean summertime that new england is so good at.but i'm back now, and ready to get on with my life here in new york. except it's entirely too hot to do anything real so i'm sitting in the air conditioning writing this blog and wishing i had a lake to jump into.
we don't enjoy giving directions in new hampshire - we tend to think that if you don't know where you're going, you don't belong where you are. –john irving, "a prayer for owen meany"
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