I miss writing. I miss the right words coming to me in a beautiful, babbling stream.

This is what moving away to college is like.

You pack things that you think are important: pictures, pillows, your favorite ring.

You leave behind your dogs and the creaks in your mattress and the writing on your wall and promise them that you'll come back soon. You'll see them again.

I'm in a hotel outside of Burlington. It's warm and a little rainy. Tomorrow I'm moving in at 8:00. I'll meet my roommate, get a key, and eventually say goodbye.

I said goodbye to William this morning. It was quick and hopeful. Last night when I went to visit him I was a mess of tears and hiccups. He later told me that I was breaking his heart.

I guess I have to start packing.

I'm still alive. 

That's a picture of me in my summer skin and unruly, hasn't-been-cut-in-a-year hair.

I'm sorry I haven't been on here much.

My summer has been good. I feel very very loved.

Tell me about how you all are, though.