my friend Alek is seriously considering going to Tyler for his MFA. having already been accepted, he has to decide by the end of the week. i am unspeakably jealous. i have already peppered him unsolicited suggestions of places to live/eat/hang out/etc.

tonight i found my map of Philadelphia, pulled from the bottom of a drawer, and all i could do was stare at the crisscrossing lines and letters, and just feel incredibly, awfully homesick. it was a sticky, hard feeling deep in my gut, the feeling that says that the new place sheen of this new place has worn off. i just want out of Massachusetts. every time i see the license plates on my car when i drive to school in the morning, i am sad. soon i will have to give up my PA license as well, divorcing me temporarily from the state i have always lived in.

it doesn’t help that i constantly troll the craigslist ads, looking at this house or that, imagining my life back in the city. with the downturn in the market and my newly disciplined (and hopefully long lasting) savings plan, buying a house is actually becoming feasible for me at some point in the near future. i want to buy something to ground me, to finally pin me down in one place.