Joey got in the car. What was that song Kevin liked he thought. Something by Biggie.
He queued a few then that one from college. MGMT then he drove. It was like a what 40 minute drive. How many times had he seen Kevin the past 5 years? Once? Twice...
Take me home, Denver. Take me home. Where I belong.
Marc Love repeated this to different tunes. There was nothing else for him to do. He even wanted his captor to come back. Enjoyed his presence better than being down here alone.
Take me home, Denver. Take me home. Where I belong.
You could give a lot of coffees on the house at
Bloomingfoods
. They made
coffee
in those large self serve serve containers that customers poured using a spigot. The office tracked how many containers were made and how many cups were purchased. but because employees go to drink coffee...
Two months later there was snow. It was
Christmas Eve
. Marc Love was still in
Bloomington, IN
. Now with a job.
Bloomingfoods
. The west location near downtown. Right by City Hall.
He had become friends with Kevin the deli guy. And Brock working the drinks.
cigar
Bloomington, IN
American
gasoline
Bloomingfoods
The breeze of the evening rustled the branches. The shadows danced across the concrete sidewalk and the grass. Love walked with a cigarette in his hand. A cigar he had smoked earlier. But for a walk... he preferred a cigarette. Something about a
cigar
warranted that he be seated. A...
Bloomington, IN
money
gift card
free coffee
ex-boyfriend
cognitive artifacts
Inside the red box above her wardrobe there were many miscellaneous cards that she might use one day. For example there was a keycard she used to use at a laundromat back in her old college town. This keycard still had over 12 dollars left on it so she'd kept...
"Be careful where you let your roots grow" or "a rolling stone gathers no moss"?
Both.
I've had discussions about how often some midwesterner college grads move post school, driven by job/school destinations.
In a way you get to think that maybe you aren't even moving... because moving requires you to have lived somewhere. In a way when i read this i imagine you as someone who has moved seven times but someone who has settled down and rooted zero.
I for the first time after post-graduation feel like I have rooted.
And you're completely right when you say no place has it all and it's not the place that makes the man. I reckon in right now there are plenty of made-men who feel at ease with who they are. It doesn't matter if their neighborhood might not have the best x, y, or z. It's more about them.
Now there's limits to this. When i stop along some gas station towns on my drives to I often think that although the place doesn't make the man, it can neglect to nurture him. I wouldn't thrive in such places.
I look forward to the day you and might visit me and my new life in .
Farewell! I was talking to yet another native last night and he said he needed to get out of here as well. His reason is that he's run out of things to do here.
Last year I had some friends visit for a
workcation
here in
Bloomington, IN
. Whenever we hung out in a group I felt a bit detached, as though I had grown while everybody else had remained mostly the same as I remembered them.
Ha yeah I'll definitely write about my first actions as treasurer. Will probably just be greenlighting some budget for a party we throw or chasing people down to collect annual dues.
I have reached greener pastures.. However, the greener pastures was not found elsewhere but here in the same physical location. !! but in a different space... as in headspace. I feel at home here now. Got a group of local friends who don't just feel like my local friends that i'm using until i get back to the main one... but the local has become the main.
Lately I've been loving the quote "The grass isn't greener on the other side, it's greener where you water it."
How'd your mom's move go? How far are you two from each other now? Where were you thinking about moving? Was it that you had specific places you wanted to go... or was it more that you wanted out of ?