<01-09-25> I want to believe in a love that is being stored up for you and me!
We went to Tallahassee the last few days, my first time in Florida in almost five years. The roads were sort of lonely and long, and we noticed how the billboards changed as we went further south (more women, more questions, more commands). I don't know if I have any resolutions this year, mostly because I can't remember what I wanted for myself last year. Maybe I'll just try to be better at remembering? I wrote letters in the passenger seat and put my socks on the dash. Maybe I will wear better-fitting socks this year. Oliver played lots of our favorite songs we'd never heard together.
It was around 9PM when we made it into town. I missed how low the moss drifts down from trees, we spent a while in a park sleeping under it on Sunday, and I wish we could've stayed longer. We drove past his old house, the one where he would leave the window open all the time, and drank one too many beers at Leon Pub. We smoked inside even though we were both getting colds. The jukebox book was full of all the rock music I don't normally put on but know all the words to. I find myself no longer having to wonder about certain things, and it made me all sorts of sentimental.
Before we left, I bought a pretty metal sconce from Astrid's Wishing Well, a perfect, off-road heap of collectibles. It's hanging in my kitchen now, and I can't imagine anything else in its place. I haven't written or taken many photographs lately, I hope to store more here. Florida felt pretty perfect and oh so fast.