9 March 2009

Retreading an old journal about my summer on the road makes me think of the past and my youth and what I didn’t know then about how things would turn out with everyone. Worried about finding a place to live [in LA]. I should have just relaxed and enjoyed it all. I start crying b/c all of that is over — the sense of aliveness and adventure. Now I’m becoming a mom and a new type of adventure awaits.

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