Sjan and I stayed in town late tonight to attend International Dance night at a favorite bar and then carpooled together to Columbus. I squealed over her satellite radio as I always do. "This feels like objectively the best song ever, but what if a few clicks of the tuning dial would take me to five increasingly superior songs?" And Sjan is a good sport about hearing 30% of lots of sweet jams all the way down 33 at 2 am.
I'm excited to move back to Columbus but until I get my thesis good and wrote, I think I'll be craving denouement. This is confusingly recursive but I keep trying to make myself feel better by imagining my future-self (maybe five months from now?) lifting boxes with my brother and dad into a new apartment. And that self, sweaty from moving, sneezing from all the dust, will have defended my thesis and secured a job. And sitting on the floor between a desk gutted of its drawers and a naked mattress, I will sip my to-go coffee and tell the self that is writing this that everything ends up okay.
Until then, I guess I follow the bread crumbs.
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