the beginnings of goodbye
I wrote this back in February of 2010. And now, given the circumstances, I think it is appropriate to post here. I discovered Greenpoint by accident on a really good day. K had just finished cutting my hair in the courtyard of my building to the accompaniment of B’s sound effects and singing. “How does your hair get so BIG? ” His explosive poof sounds illustrating my giant hair’s refusal to be less giant, even under enthusiastic sheers, made it hard for K to cut straight from the laughing. We were twenty-three. Terrified. A year out of college, broke, and clueless. And only sometimes aware of how happy we were. It was a Wednesday and none of us had anywhere to be, so we decided to leave my apartment in Williamsburg and go exploring. The three of us, one with a lighter head, set out for a walk in the new spring warmth, talking a mile a minute, sometimes singing, pointing out the things we found beautiful. We walked in circles. We lost track of time. But then w