from the camera:
from the phone:
i'm back in pittsburgh after spending the weekend in akron.
i started to type "i'm back home",
but then realized i'd had to finish that sentence with "from the weekend home",
which would've sounded weird.
the weekend was awesome.
there was junk food and pumpkin picking,
my favorite gas station coffee and many late night talk fests.
saturday was especially fun.
i spent it celebrating one of my closest friend's birthdays
at a wine bar with a lovely/not-annoying live jazz combo,
followed by dancing at a gay club that played the best like a prayer remix ever.
(which is really no surprise)
it was one of those nights when i drank riesling like it was water
and ended up having a very serious conversation in a one-person bathroom
with a friend who was also two glasses of red beyond sober,
that i only remember half of now.
it made me miss home, of course, miss being so close to people who love me,
who make me laugh the most loud + obnoxious version of my laugh,
and miss me as much as i miss them.
and it was wonderful to have a night out in my hometown,
especially after weeks of studying like a mad woman
and spending most of my time in my little studio apartment,
surrounded by books + notes + netflix envelopes,
but to be honest when i got back to my little studio apartment,
it felt good to be home.
which i guess is how it's supposed to be.
how was your weekend?