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Every spot I've laid my head has been temporary -- I've known this. Every year, I pack my things -- sometimes neat and tight in a suitcase & sometimes half-hazard and without organization. I am constantly moving. At camp, I only half-unpack. In New Orleans, I unpacked but then left half of my things in boxes because I knew summer would come.
This year, I move in with my best friend of 16 years. We're headed to Brighton, and if it goes well, there's the possibility that it could be more than a year. I may sublet the place during the summer but could still leave things. I might work on the business of building a life.
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I bumped this song all summer.
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