the reason

the real reason why i am working on a farm is so that one day, after the winds have blown me all around the world, i can proudly own a place like this and have you all over for a dinner like this. i promise i'll do it. and you'll be invited and the food will be delicious and we will drink white wine. and listen to the national.

FOUND

these are the things we kept and the things worth keeping in the b2 apartment

a shopping list dated 1/23/2011: shelving units for the 'unmentionables', PBR, black beans, and p90x.
a sticky note that had scribbled "you have a right to your dreams" in green sharpie
a receipt for 12 shots at the new holland brewery (courtesy of leighton)
4 dollars in thai currency
the vegan soup recipe that fed us through the winter
the letter you wrote me and, of course, the one i never had the courage to send you back
ben's stein
my empty marc jacob's perfume bottle
the picture of all of us at the jonsi concert
a trader joe's receipt for 150 dollars
a chicken wind chime
one earring that will never have a match but i could never throw away
under my bed, mine and quinn's semester goals sheet (less than 20% were actually completed)
the polaroid of The Boys and The Tree
a love note from lyndi leigh
five community flannel shirts
the poem you gave me that i never read but always wished i had
20 dollars in returnables
directions to the beautiful Aspen, Colorado
an international relations midterm that was only passed because of the graces of a gracious god
107 dried tea bags collected from events such as: family tea time, a potluck and late nights

i did, he told me there was nothing i could do unless i wanted to get my heart removed. i told him i'd rather be ugly than heartless. but apparently, some people still think i'm both.

so much for nobility.

for the summer, i will be an explorer of the earth once again.