Living across the street from most parties means Wii-pre-parties, bathroom with no lines, catnaps during haunting hours, friends climbing through the window, and sleepovers.
At their very best, these are our friends.
Dakotas dragon cake!
Greensboro/Kyle’s birthday/before Marge abandoned Raleigh!
Sweethearts, all of ’em.
I love when the day turns cyan
She’s moved to Chicago :(
Kate’s goodbye drinks before she went to Eastern Europe for 6 weeks.
The rest will come some other time.
Summer has been really regenerative for me and especially friends/wider social circle. This town feels prized open, and it hasn’t for a long time. Some friendships are clearly lifelong and lifecourse-changing and already I’ve decided to stay rather than move on, as planned, mostly because of the force of one friendship. She is so devoted, selfless and I’m willing to delay a fresh start to live with her longer.
Since last time, I: graduated from college, started working for my favorite publishing company, have continued my pursuit of grotesque &/or time-honored Southern writing (read: the Sound and the Fury by Faulkner at last, Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy, am in the center of Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson and a long stride into Look Homeward, Angel by Thomas Wolfe), have started summer swimming (Fort Fisher, rock quarries, lakes, rivers and pools); spent a week in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, went to a weekend craft festival in Asheville, and spent most of my Raleigh nights in living rooms, porches and front lawns. I know I will never start making any new friends within these esoteric spaces. And sadly have said goodbye or see-you-in-some-months to far, far too many. Photoblogs are so dead.