Half-Vagabond

Yesterday my friend Jessica surfaced. Nine months ago, she sold everything but her guitar (though she couldn’t play it) and moved to New York.

We walked around downtown and she said how strange it felt to come back and stride around in her old life again for a few days. Her and her mother will shortly be packing her mother’s belongings into a truck and hauling it to Florida. After that, she doesn’t know what she’s doing or where she’s going. But she’ll probably take her guitar (she knows how to play it now).

Jessica believes in everything and I barely believe in anything – so I always had a good time picking on her. (She appreciated that, I could tell.) I didn’t get many barbs in this time around and I’m not sure why.

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