if i had your addresses, enough postage and a hand that never cramps, i’d send each and every one of you a postcard from my vacation1. but since i don’t, i’ll write it here:
it’s rainy and cloudy and lovely here in the pacific northwest. the sun is playing hide and seek–mostly hide. it’s so good to see ricky again. i don’t realize how much i miss him until he’s right in front of me. i saw gregory and met his girl and ate, as lisaann promised, one of the best grilled cheese sandwiches ever. the next morning, i left for portland. it was wonderful. i spent three hours staring out train windows and the next two days laughing. now, i’m back in seattle. my parents arrive in an hour, just in time for lunch and a full weekend of family daytripping. if only tom were here, it’d be the complete castro clan.
is it bad to say that i don’t wish you were here at all? it’s not that i don’t love you, but sometimes i just really need to get away. you know what they say about absence and the heart, don’t you?
1 no, i haven’t left yet — my flight’s tonight — but i am psychic and i already know what i am going to say.