p a p e r d o l l

I'm preparing to live out of my pink suitcase. It's not easy. In particular, I'm agonizing over the clothes (and accessories) to bring over. Which pieces will work in the maximum number of combinations? To decide, I need to factor in the probability certainty that I will go crazy shopping there and need space to bring back my new purchases. I hope the course books I'll have to buy at the university are not going to be big and heavy. Paperbacks please.

Dinner with the ex did not happen. I received a message (3 hours before the dinner) that stated his sudden unavailability, an apology and the incoherent "maybe another day let you another day". What was that all about? Whatever that was, slate's clean. No question about it.

I met someone else for dinner, and had one of those conversations that can only be had with the closest of friends. After that, it was over to Wala Wala to meet two more someone elses as had been planned. Heard the UnXpected live for the first time, so that was good.

Over the past months, I have come to realize that chivalry isn't dead. Rare maybe, but not dead. You just have to know where to look, and where not to look for it.

[me, myself and i by beyonce]

Come tomorrow, I'll be able to believe whole-heartedly that the slate has indeed been wiped clean. It's time to slough off the last remnants of the old so that I may embrace the new with reckless abandon.

You don't see why it is that I want to meet you before I leave. I suppose I can't expect you to, but won't you appreciate the necessity? A closing almost a year in the making. It's a selfish demand, like most demands are. I have convinced myself that what you make of it is of no consequence, and that is why I stand my ground this firmly.

[paper doll by rachael yamagata]