Neighborhood

It's only 12:30 and I've already run into people I know three times today: Wally, the owner of Wannabee Cafe (who slowed down on his bike to talk to me as I walked to the farmer's market), a couple who are friends with my landlords (who were on their way to a thrift store to buy Ziggy Stardust costumes), and Paige, who is in one of my classes and who is now sitting with me in World Cup, where I'm editing the interminable angsty blog. New Slang is on the radio and for some reason that's making me feel some happy/wistful emotion.