that june was a storm
and I was the sad movie you watched while you waited for it to pass.
The thing about living in Blacksburg is that you can accidentally back into a person’s Mercedes and they try their best to keep you from crying. You meet the townies who love your 3-legged dog so much that they bring him treats and toys, even though he already has plenty. Or, like this week, you can go to your favorite restaurant after a rough start to the semester, and your favorite bartender gives you free alcohol and even does a couple of shots with you.
I never want to leave this place.