Another June, another year...

What a crazy year. Hard to imagine, a year ago, Brandyn freshly immersed in China, Emily in Ghana, some really intense tea in the fridge and a smelly closet. Dan preparing to move, Katie and Ora, working at the Goodman, smoking hookah while drinking tea during the Democratic National Convention. I was climbing often, and regular yoga was making me feel amazing everyday.

So here I am now, a year having been typed up, haphazardly organized and misplaced amongst the dirty laundry. I am not as regular with my yoga. I am not as fit. I do not ride a bicycle regularly, or skateboard, or climb, or even really walk for that matter. I am much better about living in an organized fashion, my clothes are hung and folded, neat and clean. I am learning so much. My brain feels better than it has in years. I am finding my pre-college self, that gangly long-haired scholastic anarchist, and I am rebuilding him very carefully, and very well. The ocean is recharging my soul, so drained from the spreading rust and endless brick. Brandyn and I are together, and happy that way. I am surrounded by far fewer people, and that feels welcome. I miss everyone I know, and sometimes I think that I am so unbelievably depressed, but then it clears and I know that I have so much life that I shouldn't waste any of it thinking crap like this, and I remember that I love all of my Chicago friends, and while I miss them terribly it feels good to wonder at what future endeavors will bring, and friends like that will never fade. I can't imagine it.