A List

These are things I am romanticizing about Berlin:
1. Waking up to the sound of Ben shuffling cards in the kitchen, the smell of coffee, and The Cavesingers.
2. The Canal at anytime of the year, at anytime of the day. Especially between the bridges of Alexandrinenstrasse and Prinzenstrasse.
3. Sitting on the steps at Gendarmenmarkt watching tourists taking pictures and children chasing pigeons.
4. Shoe shops.
5. Turkish market.
6. 90 cent scoops of gelato
7. Lying in the grass at Teirgarten.
8. Martika.
9. Shopping and laughing with Kendra.
10. Bike Paths.
11. Bonanza Coffee Heroes.
12. Delores.
13. COS!
14. Feeling proud about successfully ordering a cup of coffee in German.
15. Writing in my journal everyday.
16. Chili ahorn.
17. An adventure that's just a train ride away.
18. Club Mate.

I have been missing Berlin.
I think this is just the clouds rolling down the mountains, over the sea, through the harbor, up to my window.
The bird in my chest is fluttering her wings. (again)



this is nice music...

mystery clock.

My neice stuck her tongue out at me, so i kissed it. she said it was so gross and that it tasted like a clock. a mystery clock. ? .
I love it here at my mom and dad's place. Charlie keeps a nice lawn and it smells like sweet peas. i harldy do anything here. I am sleeping in the laundry room. I am cuddling. I am having a nice time.
Making lots of secret plans.

There is a lot about Vancouver that I could do without.
Fashion blogs. Pee scented alleys. Needles in the grass. Olympics.
Whatever.

Mostly, my heart is full to exploding. Gutts everywhere.
Thinking a lot about love. The good kind of love. The kind where you find home.
Maybe it's found in a cup of tea or in a hairdryer. I don't know.
It makes me square.
That's okay.
Got me some Washington Phillips, and a good friend, and full belly.

A huge bed.
Clean PJ's.
A new moleskin.
A good book.
Rad.

upsdates

It's been all about the porch in the evening.
And young jeezy coming up through the floor.
It's been about letting things come to you at the alarming rate they do.
I like Vancouver.
As more time rides by, I feel more stoked about being here.
Slotting back in is not as easy as you would think, but I am thankful for that.
Old friends and new friends.
Saying yes.
Stackin' paper.
Shoes that give blisters.
A cat that cuddles.
Sex and the City.

Things like that.

Berlin is back to feeling far away.
I still want adventure here.
Who's in?

I think that Vancouver might be kind of awesome.
I like that it contains the following:
- china town
- free delisio pizza at burrard street skytrain station.
- mountains.
- cute boys!
- people who hug you until your guts feel like pudding.
- that clock that blows steam into the air.
- john rogers park.
- kate freeman.
- the greatest neighborhood in the world.

reading the signs

Oh Vancouver.
I almost missed my plane on purpose.
I almost took my pizza job back. I almost did it.
When we descended into Vancouver, and the clouds broke into the greyness of Richmond, I kind of wanted to press the rewind button.
But here I am, and it's pretty great. Nothing has changed too much. There is a new Starbucks on Main Street, and they're gonna build another one pretty close on Broadway. People have longer hair and it seems that acid is the new weed.
The mountains are lovely, and air is fresh.
I have about a million and a half questions for the cosmos, and I hope some answers turn up soon.
It's a challenge. A bigger one than you would think. The coming home.
I think this is home?
It probably doesn't matter. Where the heart is, right?
Thumping along behind my ribs.

Around the corner from Jenny and P's there is a sign in a flower bed: Cut our flowers, and we'll cut your dick off.

Vancouver.