saying farewell to nostalgia

the other night i was restless. i tossed, turned and turned, and decided finally on a good cry. as i sat there crying, my dog moving further away from me. not closer. i couldn't decide why i was crying. some combination of missing boston, leaving home, being lonely and wanting to just leave and never come back.

maybe my motives are backwards but instead of finishing school, i'd rather be in california. berkeley. hanging out at copy shops with aaron cometbus printing my own zine. wearing leather jackets and torn chuck taylors. driving a vespa. crossing the line between mod and punk.

i have a lot of dreamy moments. things i wish i'd been. places i wish i was. i guess the future tense of nostalgia. places i want to remember fondly.

just some days i wonder if this is where i'm suppsosed to be. 
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