futurebird's Diaryland Diary
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happy birthday
my home from the sky at night
I flew off to Cleveland (with the aid of a jet-plane, can’t fly on my own yet… that’s why I’m futurebird) Something about leaving New York has re-invigorated me. The city feels new again. I forgot all the reasons I made it my home, but as the plane took me back and I saw all of the lights huddled together on this tiny island on a dark planet I got sort of… Misty.
I love New York.
I had a great time in Cleveland. I didn’t really do much, but it was nice to see my folks, to run on the old paths I ran on in high school (but now I can run so much faster and further, I ran through every park, my longest run ever in Cleveland) I ran to my high school and walked through the halls both hating and enjoying all of the sharp memories that would hit me. Corner where me and J stole a kiss, hidden stairwells where I cried. The walls in the wins of the theatre where students in the plays would scrawl their names. My name isn’t there. I wasn’t really in to breaking rules back then. God I was such a dork!
Today is my birthday. I’m 23 years old. It’s a random age to be. Not really significant in any way. Except somehow it makes me feel whole, like I’m solidly out of childhood. Like I’ve got my own little life to lead or something.
Now what shall I do with it?
biorth.html - 2002-08-18
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