life in a northern town

i was only gone for about 24 hours.

but here is some of what i concluded along the way:

i've learned to travel alone. i've been doing it for a while. and done most of it since i've moved to new york. it's almost an art. maneuvering things with one hand. or no hands. realizing i do actually have a sense of direction. all amounting to a unique ability to problem solve. i get creative.

i don't know that i want to be so good at being alone.

when in doubt, i usually learn my way around a new place by realizing, "hey! i've been lost here before!"

i can change clothes anywhere. i'm like superman. wait. wonderwoman? i'm almost certifiable as a germophobe. and yet i have managed to change clothes in gas stations. while driving a car. backstage. and the bathroom of a moving train. all with incredible discretion and avoiding barefooting the floors.

i feel oddly safer walking alone in new york than most other places. the thing most people complain about - there's too many people - is the subtle shield from most anything that could threaten you on the streets. wandering the streets in most other places, it's you and you alone. and it's quiet.

and dunkin donuts fuckin owns providence, rhode island.