a house

I live in a neighborhood.
With two of my best friends. In the fall it will be five of my best friends, and I can hardly wait.
The last few days I've woken up to children shouting outside.
There was a kickball in my gutter. There are babies in kiddie pools next door, and little boys zip by on razor scooters all day long.
Have I mentioned that I love it?
It already feels like home even though I'm living out of a suitcase and sharing a bed.
I don't have a summer contract yet.
I can't bear to pay 140 in the summer, even though I know it's not that much. I just know that every penny of my carefully accrued 800 dollars will be gone much quicker than I feel good about.
Hello rent, you are unbearable.
Speaking of unbearable, I got up really early today. Last night Travis said "I'll be up by nine, so I'll probably be back over at about ten. Is that okay?" He said that at about one in the morning, but I said okay.
I went inside and read for a little bit (ps later can we talk about how that Talmmage is kind of a saucy, matter-of-fact little know it all? [and don't get me wrong, I love it. I think he has to be.]) and this morning at eight I woke to bellowing children and cheeping birds at eight.
I fell back asleep to very frantic and hectic dreams, and woke up at nine feeling worse for the wear.
I am exhausted, but I got myself up and showered.
Nine is too early to wake up, especially when there's no food in the whole dang house.
I'm feeling a bit peckish.
And by peckish, of course, I mean starving, and if I see someone with a steak walking down the street he might be killed so I can eat his food.

One of the hectic dreams that I had went like this:
I was playing with my new Holga, (this part is based in reality. My always hip father was ahead of the trend and bought a Holga several months back. It has recently been given to yours truely after a little begging. I love it.)
however, in my dream I was embarrased to have it because I felt like everyone already had one and I didn't want to be part of this hipster movement.
So I was trying to secretly take pictures and NOT tell people that I did them with a Holga.
Travis was very confused.

Speaking of Travis, please take a gander at the time. hmmm... where is he? I'll tell you. He just woke up.
Bah!
In fact, let's speak of Travis quite a bit. These are things I want to say:
All my friends at home liked him. If they didn't like him, then they lied to me and I appreciate it, but they were very kind, and totally cool, and he got on really well with each of them.

My family was VERY kind to him. Yes, they were. I'm not sure why since my family is rarely that nice to boyfriends or outsiders and yet... something weird happened. Now Travis likes them, and as far as I can tell, they like Travis,

The clothes that I am wearing today were selected by my boyfriend. Here's how that conversation went:
Travis: I really like when you wear those glasses.
Becky: Thank you, but why?
Tavis: You look like a dork. A hot dork, but a dork, and usually only I look like a dork.
Becky: So they look okay?
Travis: Yeah, but they don't really match what you're wearing. You should wear them again tomorrow with those jeans, and your brown shoes, and a white t-shirt.
Becky: I don't have a white t-shirt.
Travis: Lana does, she's wearing one today. Tomorrow you could wear that shirt.

Today I am wearing that shirt, and my jeans, and my brown shoes.

Here's something else about Travis. Yesterday I met one of the friends that he made while I was away. She seemed nice and I'd heard a lot about her, but as soon as she saw me she got this angry little look and was super mean to me.
Travis said it's because I happen to have snagged a totally awesome, good looking, smart, funny, etc man, and she wants him.
Hmm, didn't some mention to her that Travis and I are perfect together?

Yesterday on the way to Gloria's Little Italy we made up a song. It went like this (to be sung in a deep, booming, operetic voice): We're going to GLORIA'S, GLORIA'S, GLOOOOORIA'S little ital-Leeeeeeeeee.

When we got there, we sang it to all of our friends, and Lauren said, "How have you lasted so long without each other?"
I'm glad that he's crazy and I'm crazy, and that we're crazy awesome together.
Ooooohh, Travis just called and he's going to come get me, and we're going to eat BREAKFAST.
And I happen to know for a fact that there is bacon at his house.
Huzzah!

p.s. this is us at a rest stop:crazy much?