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It’s been a while. Long enough that it’s a little awkward writing again, but it’s time to return here. Hello whoever’s still out there.
So where do I start after this long silence? We lived in Toronto, Canada, for a month before the G20 conference–subletted from an eccentric divorcee who left her cat with us for a week. He ate the houseplants to be naughty and climbed into the walls of the apartment, making a terrifying racket.
I stayed in central Illinois for some of June and July and helped my mom weed her garden and pick green beans. Now we’re in San Francisco, one of my favorite cities in the world. I was surprised to find that there really is no summer here. The temperature feels like a midwestern autumn.
We’re not in Southeast Asia anymore and won’t return for a while. You’ve probably guessed that it’s time for another blog renovation. The Buddhas have to go.
I’ve been putting off work tonight, participating in the ever-dangerous practice of scouring YouTube for songs from my past. Dredging up memories. Each time I live somewhere new, part of my past is unearthed and brought to the surface like digging up bones. Sometimes it’s family; sometimes it’s friends who I’ll never hear from again. People I think about but never write. And I think of sending e-mails, but no.