communal living.

This weekend, while lying in my parents’ yard watching dusk fall, I thought about running away to join a commune somewhere in the Pacific Northwest (immediately I assumed that such establishments were plentiful in British Columbia and/or the San Juan Islands). I imagined how surprising it would be to everyone. Perhaps my parents would worry that I had joined a cult. They would automatically blame my ex-boyfriend. Then I realized that I have grown too accustomed to my existence as an island, and living selflessly would be too difficult for me. A girl can dream, right?


One thought on “communal living.

  1. jesus todd says:

    you should totally join the orange twin commune in georgia. they’ll probably make you listen to a lot of elf power or something. so yeah, maybe you shouldn’t join. ❤

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