Hello nurse! I am traveling around the US and writing about it, and there seems to be no end in sight unless I die or go to prison or something.
US Tour Day 55: Last Night In Austin
Tonight is my last night in Austin. I fell in love with this city. Damn it. Why do I have to fall in love so easily? I fell in love with Los Angeles, too. They are different kinds of love, is the thing. We get different reciprocal energy from different places, people, things. Who can think they will spend an entire lifetime marriage and not fall in love with anyone else? Love propagates between open, electric hearts. There's nothing you can do stop it. And the love affair may last a second, a weekend, thousands of years, or somewhere in between. The real question is, what are you going to do about it (the love, that is)?
In the case of Austin, it is difficult. I love it. I didn't think there was love for me here, but I was wrong. The problem is that I didn't really start to feel good about being here until a few days ago. And, now it is time to leave again! And I hate leaving. Grrr.
I'm sad about leaving the Pink Palace. Janice Joplin supposedly had lived in this house. There was a chocolate chip cookie cake anonymously delivered to our doorstep a few weeks ago that had "JANICE LIVES" written on it in frosting. The guys I live with are incredible, especially John. He is like me—the straight guy that everyone thinks is gay. Jorge is the guy across the hall. He epitomizes bad roommate—loud, loud, and loud. Oh, and he stays up late and is loud and plays DRUMS.
LATER THAT DAY:
Went to the post office, left because the line was too long. Went to Kim Hill's and picked up a packet that had been sent there for me. Walked around Guadalupe looking for a shirt for Dave Marr. Marla was sitting at a table outside a coffee shop and ran out to grab me. She walked with me for a while and I asked her to come to the party at 8 PM.
LATER THAT DAY:
Life seems like a movie. I had such beautiful moments this evening. I'm sad. I don't want to go. And yet I know I need to go sometime. I guess now is the time.
So many people showed up for my going away potluck. I was surrounded by food and friendly faces of people who really cared about me. I couldn't believe I'd been so lonely just a week or two earlier.
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