I'm back and probably writing to the void. That is ok.
Veronica and I moved up to Maine a few years ago. We are still deeply in love. Everyday with her is a gift. Our town is small, quiet, and peaceful. We have a whole house to ourselves with our three cats. Exactly what we wanted. To the extent that we crave the city experience, we head down to Portland, where we hit up Whole Foods or Trader Joes, have a nice meal somewhere, and visit our favorite record store. Unlike Boston, Portland is easy enough to navigate and the glorious ocean is omnipresent. I've only been back to Somerville once. In late winter of this year I went there to attend my friend Erica's birthday party. It was fine being back, but it felt a bit claustrophobic. I'm now used to open spaces. I had originally intended to stop by our old apartment but we just had learned that our landlord, Rick, had passed away and it might have been depressing so I tossed that idea. I was eager to get back to Maine. I hardly ever think about Somerville. The past is history, a dream.
Anyway....
That is enough for today. Perhaps I'll return here sooner than later. Or maybe not at all. Time will tell.
