→ 24 Aug 11 at 11 pm
I think when you spend the last few days in a place you know you’ll probably never be again you feel a lot more. You’re desperate to keep every little detail inside yourself. You can’t fit everything though. Maybe it’s healthier not to.
I’m leaving a lot of places. We sold the house today (officially). I don’t think I’ll make it back up to the cottage for a few years, which could turn into never coming back. I’m trying to do things so I won’t forget. But I think sometimes those places are so special to you that they’ll never really leave you. When it feels like home, it stays with you. It’s always that bit of home that’s just somewhere else in the back of your head. It’s nice the way things work.
(you texted me tonight out of the blue. i didn’t expect it at all. it makes me so happy to think that you think about me sometimes)
(the lake looked vicious tonight. we were afraid to touch it. it was like a million tiny black knives were being tossed around.)