I got home from LA last night. Poor Andreas is sick, but I’m just happy to be back. It was a little strange to be part of this amazing community building project…just at the point when I’m focusing less on community, and more on myself. I couldn’t really get myself too invested, both for the good of the whole (”Yeah, I’ll take care of that–oh wait, now I’m in NYC for six weeks and then moving…”) and for my own sanity (who wants to get all attached only to have to say goodbye?). It was a strange sort of feeling. Oh, and I’ll scan photos shortly. I don’t have too many, but enough so’s y’all can get an idea.

For now: home. At least until next Monday. Then I’ll be leaving for Paris. Who’s life IS this, anyway?