Do you have to go?

Connections amaze me. Friendships amaze me. Laughter amazes me. The fact that a Nabisco shelf rescued from the dumpster, disassembled at 2 a.m. in my driveway, transported to Minnesota, and proudly displayed in my Townhouse has become a side-splitting joke at mere mention amazes me. Sometimes I wish friends didn’t have to move away. Sometimes I wish bedtime would never come. Sometimes you want to talk late into the night and not worry about the next morning’s blaring alarm. Sometimes you do.

Sometimes I dream crazy dreams of the things I want to do or the places I want to go or the person I want to become. Sometimes they’re simple things like owning a bike or making a web page, and sometimes they border on the ludicrous, like social revolution and a suburban battlefield. I could fill volumes with the dreams that come in the seven-minute walk to the bus stop. I wish I could capture them all in a phone-book size ledger and cross them off one by one as they come true.

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