i don't have anything to tell you. not yet, not today.
except that being in the town where i went to college in the springtime feels very much like being 20 years old again, when everything was fresh and urgent and the whole world was laid out in possibility and only the vaguest hint that the future contained not triumph, but illness and sorrow.
but i am here, on the ground in the one town i could be homesick for that is not my home.
oddly, my first blog post ever was about being here.
go ahead, read it.