My God. I've got to get back into this shit.
As I've explained to a few of you in order to explain my lack of message-responding abilities, I've been living in the Canadian woods for the past two months planting trees. I really have. It comes out sounding like a joke when I first say it, but it's probably the truest thing I've ever done.
So now I'm back in the city. Well, two cities, really. To be honest, I can't make up my mind between the two of them. It's like trying to pick a favorite CD. There's so many memories attached to each, so much background waiting for me when I come home, so much to live inside. For now, going back and forth seems to be the dominating theme in my life. Between cities, between jobs, between men. Who knows, maybe someday I'll be mature enough to make up my mind. But that just wouldn't be as much fun, now, would it? :)