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Originally uploaded by Rachel Ariel.

There's a bunch of stuff I've been meaning to write about recently, and as always, as soon as I open my computer to work on it, all of my thoughts fly out of my head. Ain't that the way.

I was in Denver this last weekend for my friend Laurel's art opening (pictured above, at said event). It was phenomenal, as I knew it would be nothing less. Going to Denver gives me a sense of meloncholy, I fall back with the old people so easily, and it feels so right. Denver is comfortable and easy.

Oooh! One of the missing ideas has come back to me.

I look back on this past summer as one of the very best times I can remember. I don't doubt that it was amazing in it's own right, but it also came out of one of the thoroughly dark moments of my life. I remember this summer from my bicycle, late at night. I was out in the world, I was reconnecting with old friends, and making new friends. I approached everything with a sense of open-ness that I rarely experience, and I know that was because I knew that if I screwed something up I was leaving soon anyway. It's a weird way to live life.

When I came back to DC it was like waking up from a dream. It was cold, and surreal.

I have begun to question things I have taken for truth for the last three years, about who I am and what I need to do with my life, as well as where I need to go with my life.