This is Tory. This is me (Ryn? Kate? I'm not sure again.)
These are our best faces.
I love her. She makes me not be as afraid of summer. And she somehow managed to make it three hours south with no license and eight million obstacles just to see me.
First, the Amtrak tracks flooded.
Second, they missed the bus.
Third, the bus she could get on was going to the station I had no idea to get to.
Fourth, it all worked out.
Tory is 17, a junior in high school but no one here seemed to notice a difference between her and the college students. Whether that is a compliment to her or an insult to my friends here, I'm not sure. But can I tell you how relieved I was she came? I generally hate going home. I won't go into details why. But having home come to me? That I'll take any day.
(Except now, Gordon is more my home than Boothbay. But I guess I'm willing to admit pieces of my heart may still be in that coastal Maine town.)
She came and we talked and she met my crazy friends. We went out for dinner at 10 at night and then to watch the waves and then to just drive with no destination. And we were happy.
I really like being happy.
1 comment:
So since Gordon is almost like home, and home is home, and you brought me and austin home, you brought home home.
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