I’m leaving Texas in two weeks.
I really need to finish my catch-update about how I ended up getting a job in New York, despite foregoing Teach for America.
But for now I want to type that I have just returned from the dentist for a cleaning. Nothing makes me want to eat Oreos, cinnamon twists, and Doritos more than just having attained perfectly clean teeth and fresh breath.
Tomorrow I will actually put my clothes in space bags and then a suitcase. I will slowly clear all the mail, dental floss, and change off of my dresser. I will dissolve slowly until I am some short blonde hairs on a black sweater, a piece of laundry forgotten on the washing machine, and a lump in my parents’ throats.
