30 december 2004

That tram ride was all I needed. It’s beautiful here. It’s nothing like the U.S.. The buildings are hundreds of years old, the lights reflect off the water in the canals. There is no Gap. Oh, hooray....

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29 december 2004

It’s 2004, I’m 28, and I’m at Gate 21 awaiting my flight to Amsterdam. Not bad. I spent a week in Philly, went with Erin to get her wedding dress altered, saw a Calder exhibit with Matt, came to NYC....

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28 december 2004

December 28. Holy shit. I leave tomorrow. Why am I freaking out? Do I always freak out before a trip? I don’t think so. But it’s been a little while. I’m in Paul’s apartment in Brooklyn. It is after noon...

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