futurebird's Diaryland Diary
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------