it only took seven days in the suburbs of seattle for me to become impervious to rain. i walked out tonight into the drizzle and didn’t dash back inside for an umbrella. i put my hood up and continued onward. if only east coast rain would adopt this west coast attitude.
maga told me tonight: “nana [my great-grandmother] loved to write. she was a great letter writer. she enjoyed writing. she really did. i have no doubt you inherited that from her.”
i am a jumble of thinking and feeling and missing and wanting from my recent trip. i need a colander to sort through it all. i also want my family not to be so far flung because they are awesome and i want them near me every day.

