imagine: moving to a foreign, unfamiliar place, really knowing only one other person, with the intent of making this place your new home. it's not that hard to imagine, actually, so many people do it, more often than i ever realized. i'm half watching almost famous and i just heard a line, something like "from now on let's just meet real people and do real things" and as much as just going out and spending silly money on silly drinks might be wasteful, maybe it is real, too. i don't know; my mom helped me analyze some dream i had recently and it started me thinking about things, and people, and distances, and the like, and how (surprisingly) difficult it can be to plant and cultivate an adult, platonic relationship. like all things, some are easy and some are quite the opposite; it's either there or it isn't. what happens, though, when you don't actually work with peers, or you don't go to school, etc? you read a lot, and cook, and talk to your cat in a new made up language, and plan road trips to alaska.
we've finally begun planning for a trip, and we intend to hit the road late august.
tomorrow before work i'm going to bake buttermilk biscuits because it's cold and although it's spring training i really want some sort of treat. tonight at betty's i helped her make french toast and it smelled 100% bomb and all i could think of was eating french toast for breakfast tomorrow (the majority of the time that i'm thinking about food i'm thinking of what i could eat for breakfast the following morning. breakfast is my meal of choice, as it always has been.) recently a neighborhood newsletter type-thing was sent to the salon and i snatched a coupon for a two-for-one breakfast, weekdays only, at a really neat looking place on belmont, and since it expires next week, i've decided we need to go, asap (but not tomorrow), and i'm getting french toast.