Once back in the Life is always good on the Golf course vintage shirt in other words I will buy this States permanently, I felt an itchy restlessness. After high school, I ended up at three different colleges before flying off to London for drama school. To date, the only place I’ve felt comfortable staying more than a year or two has been Brooklyn. The borough had a propensity to change itself fast enough to keep me satisfied. I lived in the same apartment for almost a decade while my neighborhood shifted shape around me. I watched couples move in together and then break up, saw countless restaurants whither and bloom. For the first time I was content to stand still. The frenetic energy of the city soothed me, until it didn’t, and now I’ve found myself on a rainy island off the coast of Massachusetts, hunkered down trying to outwait this pandemic. But as my husband and I consider where to go next, where to live in our “forever home,” as I’ve strangely come to call it, I honestly have no idea where to go. Even after all this time, America still feels like foreign soil.
There was a teenage girl working at the Life is always good on the Golf course vintage shirt in other words I will buy this polling station the day I went to cast my ballot, and though I’m not quite sure of her age, she looked to still be in high school. Perhaps this was her first time voting, I thought. Her mask was the nondescript, baby blue hospital sort, and her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. Her sweatshirt went all the way to her knees, and she wore several pins urging people to get out and vote. On her neck, slyly hidden between her hooded collar and her mask, was a thin velvet choker with a small plastic cameo in the middle. I recognized it immediately; it was the kind Delia’s sold by the hundreds back in the ’90s, and of which I owned dozens myself. It was more than uncanny seeing this girl, who was dressed so much like a memory from my own youth, but whose mask, and “Vote” stickers were the accoutrements of our current situation.