on finals

Hey, so guys, I’m coming back to America on Friday. But wait, you say, why is it that the semester’s ending so soon, when the weather in Prague just turned gorgeous and you still haven’t made it to the Museum of Communism or that little town a two-dollar train ride away with the church made all out of bones? And, well, I don’t know either. But when I leave I have to find a job and an apartment and think about–dear god–my senior thesis, and I wish I could stay here and run on cobblestones and play on swings on hot spring nights and make the transition into adulthood and responsibility without having to notice. Or at least while eating ice cream–half chocolate, half mixed berry sorbet, all amazing. Of course, it will be nice to walk into a store and say, with confidence, “Hello. I’d like a turkey sandwich and a Coke, please.” But other than that… other than that, I don’t know what I’m going to do.

So. What’s been happening stateside? And who wants to come play with me in Seattle for three weeks before I go back to New York and have friends?