(love)letter to lawrence
lawrence is the first town i’ll call home. i mean to say, virginia is always my home, where my family is, but manassas and northern virginia never made me feel anything. lawrence took me up and down, provided the depth necessary in any relationship. i look to lawrence and i’m at once elated, describing it to strangers, comparing to every place i go. however, i’m also devastated, watching ghosts parade down mass, cursing it for putting me in this position. in short, it’s home. it’s where i’m from, because its the last place i was.
And it’s never the same. As bob says, you can always come back but you can’t come back all the way. it was amazing to see chris and april. it was interesting to talk about people i’d already forgotten about, drama i’d missed. i got to see the home they’re hoping to move into. i got to drink beer and watch football. i got to sleep on a couch and wake up to their baby kitten crawling over my face, trying to bite my nose with teeny mouth! i got to see the college kids back for another semester, but i wasn’t going to stay.
perfect
i didn’t see the person i wanted to see. things don’t always work out or are handed to you with a smile. all i can do is take my detour down kasold, which seems to be forever under construction. then turn down tennessee, to the place we called home. down eleventh to mass, almost recreating the drive i took for two years. i avoid the temptation to turn right onto new hampshire, seeing how wonderful the state itself was to me this trip – i don’t want to see the bourgeois pig, or yokohama, the taproom, and especially not pach. i don’t want to think about knology. i drive down mass and put up with the mad greek and 715. i drive over the bridge that i tossed our dying beta, astral, into the kaw in january. drive to perry lake, still my favorite state park i have ever been to. then to 75 outside topeka. then north. to nebraska. to sioux city. to sioux falls.
