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What goes up, must come down
Mar. 4th, 2004 08:25 pmThe dividing line came around 2:15 pm, somewhere around Exit 18 on Interstate 88.
Before that, all was grand, as I zipped down to Oneonta for the first time in quite a long while. I ambled about town for a bit, chatted with Annie at the Green Earth Natural Foods shop, bought a CD from a local band I'd never heard of at what's left of Village Music, and (best of all) had a good lunch at the Autumn Café and an amnesia tour of downtown with the charming![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spoothbrush. This ws a case of we-only-live-a-few-hours-apart-so-why-haven't-we-met-yet, and now that we have, I hope we get a chance to meet again. A grand time, indeed.
I don't know exactly what happened at 2:15. Maybe it was melancholy in the face of revisiting an old home at a time when the concept of "home" seems foreign. Maybe it was getting to spend time with cool, interesting people whose wavelength I can relate to, something that has become all too rare these days. Maybe it was finally coming down from my exquisite weekend withrafaela. But whatever it was, I was hit with a wave of loneliness that I still haven't clawed my way out of. I don't understand it. It'll pass, I'm sure; it just takes time. It always does.
Before that, all was grand, as I zipped down to Oneonta for the first time in quite a long while. I ambled about town for a bit, chatted with Annie at the Green Earth Natural Foods shop, bought a CD from a local band I'd never heard of at what's left of Village Music, and (best of all) had a good lunch at the Autumn Café and an amnesia tour of downtown with the charming
spoothbrush. This ws a case of we-only-live-a-few-hours-apart-so-why-haven't-we-met-yet, and now that we have, I hope we get a chance to meet again. A grand time, indeed.I don't know exactly what happened at 2:15. Maybe it was melancholy in the face of revisiting an old home at a time when the concept of "home" seems foreign. Maybe it was getting to spend time with cool, interesting people whose wavelength I can relate to, something that has become all too rare these days. Maybe it was finally coming down from my exquisite weekend with
rafaela. But whatever it was, I was hit with a wave of loneliness that I still haven't clawed my way out of. I don't understand it. It'll pass, I'm sure; it just takes time. It always does.
