In the rain.

It’s weird to look back at your journal from three years ago and see where your heart was at…but more strange to see that it’s still there. Strange to see that Love146 was still called JFCI then. Strange to be asking what connections to them might lead to. Strange to have talked to my ex-boyfriend the other night about his own recent connection to them.

And although I’m in an entirely different place…I’m altogether not. It all seems so surreal, the ending of grad school. What a crazy jouney it’s been. Not sure that I’ll ever have words for it, or be able to sum up what I’ve been feeling over the last few weeks as graduation draws near.

I had a friend the other day, after recounting a conversation to her where I told her I was positive I must marry an artist (even above an human rights scholar), tell me, “Of course. You have a poetic heart…you need to find someone who operates on the same rhythm.”

All I know is that life is crazy. I have no idea what any of this means. But, as in three and a half years ago, I have a feeling it’s all connected. I might not be able to tell where it’s going…but I can guess.

And it alll has a bit to do with V.