Dear Nati (vol. 2)

Dear Nati:

I've been meaning to write to you for some time now, but wanted to do it on a by hand so it'd be a little nicer. In any case, I probably will never get around to it, as I'm doing 18 credits this semester, working full time, and still doing the Prince of Petworth thing. A mailed letter will have to suffice. E-mail certainly has sucked the romance out of receiving a stamped, folded piece of correspondence, don’t you think?

In any case, I just wanted to let you know how I’m doing, as I pretty much know how you’re doing – working so hard and so much that you really have no time to even think or consider yourself. I’m really impressed with how selfless you have become with this campaign, and in general. You never fail to surprise, motivate, and inspire me.

Things are pretty crazy here, mostly cause I don’t have time for any one thing in particular. Every moment that I’m not working I’m doing homework, and every moment I’m not doing homework I’m in class, and every moment I’m not in class I’m at work. The money is really good, and I’m now saving up for my Vegas trip, for NYC in Thanksgiving, and Christmas. But its just so exhausting. It’s the home stretch though – after this semester, only 28 units left! That’s another 18 unit semester, then one loaded summer session.

Elizabeth, our temporary roommate, is really cool. She’s really nice, really smart, and cooks family meal style, so there are always leftovers for us to pick at. Kevin is well, and his CAT is living with us. This is a recent development, though, and I think you will appreciate the reason – we have mice. They moved in for the summer. We find their “kakitas” on the stovetop, and K.P. says he saw TWO on the “island” one night. Elizabeth says she can sometimes hear them in her room, digging through her trash.

So Elizabeth, who does not particularly like cats either, suggested that we get one to hunt the mice and scare them away. I agreed right off the bat, despite some prejudices I have. I mean, I’d rather have one big cat who stays out of the way to hundreds of mice who’s populations are just growing.

Things with Rob are strange, but I’ve come to regard “strange” as being fairly normal these days. We are broken up, but we still occasionally hang out. He just got back from Europe and it seems like he had a good time, but I can’t say that I missed him as much as he says that he missed me. To be honest, I had a good time while he was gone, and although there were times when I thought about him and did genuinely wish he were near, for the most part I really enjoyed “being free.” Is that so wrong?

Mom is good, at least from what I could see. She bought new couches and I put the beige leather sofa and recliner on Craiglists to sell them for her. After weeks of having no offers, I told her I’d take them off of her hands for $500 (her lowest price), but would pay her over the course of a couple of months. She told me I could take them when they were completely paid off, but at the last minute, she got an offer for $700. She asked me what she should do and I told her to take the best offer, and she sold them to that woman – alas, we are still stuck with the futon.

I miss you so much, Nati, and I can’t wait for you to come back. It certainly feels as though there is a hole in my life – my soul – and I really am counting down the days until this bloody election is over, until Obama and Biden win, and you are back here doing your thing. Its weird, not having you in my life, and only when you are back in it will I feel as though things are right.

Love you and miss you and see you soon!

Love- Julian