Obviously Doctor, You've Never Been a 13 Year Old Girl

On September, neighborhoods, seeing movies alone, nostalgia, revisiting Virgin Suicides, and how things feels stuck

As I sat down to start writing this morning there was a persistent humming coming from outside. I didn’t notice at first and it melted into background noise before my consciousness zeroed in, recognizing the familiar sound. When I went to look out the window, I see my neighbor in the middle of the street, leaf blower in hand, scooting out what little le…