SOME THOUGHTS ON FLORIDA (I wrote these thoughts on the plane home, just for your contextual understandingzz):
Friday the 13th, second month in a row...saw a black cat earlier, now I'm on a plane. Good thing superstition is for hypochondriacs, paranoids, and grandparents, and I am not any of those.Florida? Pretty tacky, pretty gaudy. Pink stucco galore. Big boobs, tans, ski slope noses--all of which with unclear amounts of authenticity. But, for all of its tack and gaud, it is what it is. Like, this isn't really a place I'd particularly feel like I want to go again, but it's got a pretty interesting culture to it. We stopped by a Panera and I watched a Cuban or Floridian or whatever smoke a cigar out front of a Starbucks with an iced coffee and palm trees around. I can't tell where people are from...I'm used to Guido-filled shores, boulevards lined with mom and pop Italian places and more bagel places than possibly imaginable. Here, there are car dealerships and run-down shells of places followed by the most beautiful palm-lined rues with villa-esque mansions overlooking beaches, etc. This place made it big in the 50s I think, the architecture says it. And I think that may be what makes me kind of love it. I mean...the pink buildings. They're like SO ugly, but at the same time, so laid back, so Miami Vice (duh), and in that, so luxurious, so classic in a very different way. This ain't the east coast, that's clear. Unlike the Jersey shore, this tack has class, and I find that admirable in at least a few respects.IDK, FLA'S OK.
And so I'm back at Vassar, going off to visit my grandparents in the ever-beautiful (only John Holdun will catch this sarcasm) Trumbull, CT tomorrow morning and then to the city for the rest of the weekend/Monday. I'm looking forward to some time alone...maybe some museum hopping, computer fixing (keyboard plate thing is chipping omg), thing reading, lost getting, I don't know, Imma do what I want.
It'll be great, "what I want" and I have been pretty distant for a while. We've been on and off for what seems like my entire life now, and I've gotta say, I miss him. This weekend will be a good reminder, but I know we won't be official again until the summer because I'm kind of into this other guy right now named "my future" and he's got me all wrapped up in books.
May 19th, though. It's so close.
XO
