Monday, January 19, 2009

.:Telling me softly you love me so:.

This day, my friend Gina and I were driving near/around MLK on MLK Day, and there was the voice of MLK blasted over some loud speaker. It seemed a bit eerie, but yet, of course, strikingly appropriate. I haven't been able to shake that voice from my head all day.


I am officially satisfied with my own hot chocolate over the hot chocolate of others.


For some reason, I feel as though I am in this transitional state again. My parents aren't exactly thrilled about the neighborhood and the house I live in, and they are pushing me to move - anywhere in the country, I've been told. I'm open to it, but I don't feel that it is right for me at this moment. I am absolutely enthralled with this city and the things that I do here, but I also feel like I'm learning so much. I need a little more time before I feel ready to leave this place for more than even a month. It's not that Austin needs me. I need Austin. It's a parasitic relationship this place and I have. I'm no where near full.


I think I will write something grand tonight. It's a good night for that.

1 comment:

Casey said...

I think Austin is your home, as much as I'd like it to be closer to mine. I love you very much. Hope you're feeling better. I'm connected at home now, so I might be calling you soon.