I woke up this afternoon with my heart pounding, literally jumping away from my diaphagram. this is what x amount of coffee refills will do to you; when the caffeine swirls past your head and decides to take refuge in jittery hands and even more jittery heart palpitations.

I woke up this morning and the first thing I saw was that elisabeth had blogged for the first time in three months, and it’s not quite possible to express how happy that made me. there’s something about her writing that so perfectly matches how she lives; natural and easy and kind of jumbled and full of laughter. she talked about the mayo river, and instantly I remembered that one afternoon with the boat and the muddy river and cows and soccer game that we walked for what seemed like hours to, only to find it near the foot of a mountain. and then the crazy double rainbow, and the little boy with the belly that poked out, jumping in puddles as he walked on the dirt road, and the motorcars which bumped and flew along the holes in that road. my shoe fell off; we all laughed hysterically.

I am ready to know a new place, I think. and in august, I will be ready to return here, but for now—the prospect of two new continents; being able to settle in this one city and know it and find a routine and begin to recognize faces around it—delights me.