Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

7.23.2008

branchin out

I'm stretching myself a bit:

-Sometime soon I'm going to go swing by the 3 neighbors' places. I've met everyone in awkward introductions but since this is the first time I've had bonafide next door neighbors I want to take them something to get a conversation going. I'm thinking I'll make some cookies or take veggies from the farmers market or something (though an invite to stop over for a glass of wine is probably a better idea). Just call me the reverse welcome wagon.

*For the record, Cass, you're still the best surprise EVER in an apartment complex best buddy.

-I'm also exploring other life options in my head and it's oddly freeing and totally scary in one little bundle. Sort of like big-kid daydreaming. The edges are starting to come into focus and that's pretty cool.

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