on being tri-coastal

This, too, is work

When I was a senior in college I used to check out a laptop from the front desk at McCabe, and then go off searching for the perfect corner to work in. Sometimes I wished I had a cord to lock myself to the desk with, just like I did my computer.

Now I'm older and once again in need of mooring. There are a few things in my life that I just REALLY want to lock down at the moment, and I REALLY can't. I have to wait, and work imperfectly.

I am reaching back in time for that 21 year old, somewhat twisted, tenacious version of myself. Although I'm older, and white, and somewhat more free. I didn't write that last sentence.