There are 2 new middle-aged guys working at Brueggers. Both appear middle-class (aside from, ya know, being 40 and working at Brueggers, not as a manager). Bad sign about the economy, or a fluke?
The Castle has come to an end, 7 years after its inception. They're selling a bunch of the furniture and other crap they've acquired. I might buy some. I tried to say goodbye to the house, but my brain is pretty incapable of accepting final departures. I perpetually think that I'll see various things, places, and people from my past. When I left Buenavista this summer, the old lady I was living with cried. I couldn't understand why she was crying. First of all, it seems silly that she's going to miss someone that she's known casually for 2 months, especially since she's like 80 and has known a lot of people. But also, I was still standing there, in that house with her, and it was completely real. There was nothing to miss. And I still see it fully in my brain, and I (illogically) knew that I'll go there again. It's illogical because I know that I won't go, because I have no desire to. Although on a practical level I certainly could. This stands in contrast to my friend Abdul in Lamu (island off the coast of Kenya). I would love to go back there and see him again, but I almost certainly won't. And yet my brain is convinced that I'll return to Lamu. Those experiences can't possibly be over. My brain is stupid.
I also miss Europe. Namely because you didn't have to worry about staying sober enough to drive.
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