cravings.

some days i get hit with this unsquelchable craving for hugs. and i'm not talking those noncommital awkward side hugs. the kind of hug where i wrap my arms around someone, anyone's, waste until my hands clasp each other at their back and i squeeze and suck my stomach in to get a little closer and hold on for several glorious seconds while it is reciprocated in like ferocity. that kind of hug. i imagine myself hugging everyone i see, even my fellow Gap employees with whom i haven't even reached hugging level. no one is safe on days like this. no one.

square.

moving always creates new challenges, new adventures. but, i'm beginning to realize that there are some constants in the changes, and they always seem to be what i dread most. it's the finding where you fit in. trying to be friends with people who have enough friends. figuring out what you have to give to people that they don't already have. i am always surprised by the level of self-consciousness newness brings...there's something very uncomfortable about it.