I’m back in the same position I was in the summer of ’99. I moved to New York for graduate school, graduated, then couldn’t find a job so I moved back home to Maryland. I never unpack the boxes of my stuff because that would be like accepting that living in Maryland is permanent. I’m dating a guy, Blue Eyes, who I’ve given the same speech I once gave Logan about not wanting anything serious, and yet again, I’m in some weird emotional entanglement.
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TIMING IS EVERYTHING (ANOTHER LONDON STORY)
When I was 20, I studied abroad in London. But that’s not the part that matters (and I’ve told that story many times before), this is: the summer before I left for the UK, I was at a local electronics store in June, shopping for CDs and met a guy. I hadn’t handed out my number to anyone in months and I was deliberately in between boyfriends. I planned to spend the summer and the rest of the year unattached. I’d never been to London, didn’t know what promises it held and I didn’t want there to be anything holding me back or distracting me from exploring any and all options I might encounter abroad.
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THE SPRING BREAK THAT NEVER SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED, PART 4
The bail bondsman isn’t there when Margaret, the officer and I arrive at the jail. I heed my mother’s advice to take care of Margaret and plead with the officer not to put her behind bars, insisting (lying) that the bondsman is on his way. It doesn’t work. He tells Margaret to give me her jewelry.
I don’t know how I know to ask him if Margaret will be put in gen pop or solitary. Maybe criminal justice class? (I did want to be a lawyer for a while.)
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