in case you want some ham

said you didn't love me, it was right on time, i was just about to tell you that it'll be alright

the knit cafe hit the spot this afternoon, just as presumed. a spot that needed to be hit and hit and hit, over and over again. listening to the ladies in greenwich and sipping and chatting and knitting [and crocheting, as we're anti-knit],: jasmine tea, perfectly brown coffee; meeting men off craigslist, where to buy the best bra [not victoria's secret they said], men who confess their love years after the fact [after babies and all], yankees versus mets men, comfortable camper wedges; what do you wear a red and grey scarf with?, through the back loop, too tight?, singles versus doubles, knits, purls. the sun peeked out here and there today, and greenwich was beautiful, as always [guilty pleasure?].

now we're welcomed home to some finally-defrosted slices i chiseled off the honeybaked ham [!] my mother surprise-sent here yesterday morning. it's ham and crackers and sharp cheddar on the air mattress. we've been talking for an hour about what to wear out tonight.

i've come close to thinking about attempting to write something for the last week. after all, i did move to brooklyn six days ago. what am i supposed to say? all the beginnings and endings are so wrapped up in each other that i can't really discern what is what. or rather, what i'm feeling about what. a mix of happiness, anticipation, elation, boredom, restlessness, anger, disappointment, heartbreak.