(damp from thunderstorm walk to dinner, too full, cleveland motel with a king-sized bed for the whole family, finally warm)
yes, we were in maryland for a whole week. who knew maryland was the best place on earth? we were at my cousins’ house that i named “the pottery barn” in the most loving way possible. it’s the homiest of homey at the pottery barn. the pottery barn also has every kitchen appliance known to mankind, including the ferrari of hand held mixers. so indeed, we struggled to say good-bye to the chocolate macadamia kona coffee every morning, free wireless, a yard of mati’s own, and the gorgeous mini-lake down the street (we left both the ducks AND geese alone). how can you leave the cousins who are forgiving of my shameless mooching, everyday crazies, and boyfriend’s tendency to scream turrets-style non-sequiturs such as–“Giving birth is the cruelest thing you could do to a non-person!” of course it’s hard to drive away from the loving embrace of the people who have known you since birth.
it’s also hard to hate on suburbia. that shit’s comfortable.
we finally left this morning, feeling the itch to get further away from the cold/philly. our next desired stop is milwaukee, to see my beloved peace corps commiserators–harmonie and chad. we are currently in cleveland, for no apparent reason. i’m sure it’s a lovely city but we’ve been content to whole up, nap, write, and watch heroes.
today’s non-plan plan: we’re thinking about moving to canada.
every day i give ryan a dirty look when i roll out of bed at 9 and he’s been up since 5:30am writing. i usually say, “fuck you, prolific motherfucker.” (if you can’t tell by the banal tone of this blog–i’m a bit blocked.) today he finally asked me what prolific meant. which brings me to…
Road Trip Conversation Snippets as Processed by Me:
Ryan: “Was New Hampshire in Connecticut?”
Our Day in DC
Jenn: Do you want to walk to the Lincoln Memorial?
[Halfway between the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial–about 15 more minutes to walk.]
Ryan: This is close enough.
Jenn: You lazy fuck.
Ryan: What? You think it’s going to be any more interesting if we get closer?
i love ryan motts because he lets me make fun of his intelligence when he really is the smartest person i’ve ever met. ever.
i feel like i have so much to write about that i don’t know where to begin, and instead end up making lists of all the things i will blog about as soon as i finish listing all the things i will blog about. maybe if i make an outline of four pieces i should finish this week i will stick to it:
*ex-boyfriend quilting- poem/piece stitching together all the things i’ve learned from my previous relationships
*my last time at harvard- blog about the last time i visited harvard, and how it changed my everything
*a barfy shmarfy ryan-jenn have been together for a year poem!
*more about where we’ve been and where we’re going
it’s 3:00am. i’m falling asleep at the keyboard. the prolific motherfucker is snoring his face off. mati is balled up next to my chair. i miss the pottery barn.
THANKS FOR BEING THE BEST COUSINS EVER!
“Two Ongs make us write.” -Ryan