I'm between places now, wanting so much to be back home in salem and holding on to these last days in this house. everyday there are more boxes, more bags for yardsales and tuesdays, and another thing to check off the List. everything of mine is boxed and labeled. I've been living out of boxes for years now.

my phone is broken, suddenly. my sim card doesn't register. insert sim. check sim. yeah, well, phone, I'm obviously trying to work with you here. for the hundredth time I wish I could call him, and ask him to fix this. but, I can't. and, well, my phone is broken anyway.

in the last letter he said the sixteenth. I'm not sure if it's just the closest date, or because it's the sixteenth of january. four years is a long time.



I'm staying up every night now, reading whole books at a time. if I don't finish a story, I dream about falling through time and unrequited love. I can't sleep if I don't know how it ends.

ash @ 8:56 PM