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I love when you have a window open and the breeze blows the curtains all about. It makes me think of peaceful spring evenings. I feel like I should have a lemonaide in my hand and a good book in the other. Tonight I have no lemonaide and rather than a good book I have a book in my hand that leaves me feeling restless. The book is Winesburg, Ohio and it is about a small town full of normal people. Maybe that doesn't seem that it should be a book that makes you restless, but it is indeed. The book reveals the insides of these people-the things they hide from other people. Mostly the people in the book desire more and feel this is impossible. Of course the story never tells it outright about them, but in a well written way reveals it through their actions. The people crave love, but of course they never recieve it in any true form. It is depressing and leaves me feeling extremely restless-ready at any moment to run away to a place I don't know and to people who don't know me. I think this book leaves me feeling that I am just another one of these people stuck in that town looking for something more. The love I see around me lately seems unauthentic and the love I give sometimes seems selfish. Perhaps this blog has become morethan I want to go into really. It's not a conversation you post for the world, it's one you discuss over coffee.

Oakland is becoming home more quickly than expected. I am still addicted to watching the hustle and bustle of the people. I have found delivery way to convienent. I dropped creative writing because the teacher made me grit my teeth and have taken up Myth and Folktale where my teacher talks as though she knows King Arthur and Lancelot. I finally have full use of my bathroom from the toilet to the shower. I am pleased to have a fully stocked kitchen and free wireless.