Thanks, hon. We'll work something out; I might come back to the States, if that's what has to happen - the people at Boston University are excited about recruiting me. I don't really know what the options are yet, because I was never allowed to talk to Ciro. I think I heard his voice in the background during a phone call to the immigration desk, but I might have been imagining it. His plane should be touching down in Boston right about now, and once he gets back to my parents', they'll all give me a call. I'm more worried about him than anything else; he's in a much weaker position than I am. I can't imagine how much worse than me he must be feeling; it must be terrible for him.
My parents will house and feed him as long as necessary, of course; they'd be perfectly content letting him stay in Boston until I return for Christmas, and then he could come back to London with me if that's the way we want to work it. Or we could abandon the idea of him coming to England, and he could live wherever he wanted, and I could stay here. Or I could come back to live in the States, probably Boston for now. As I see it, these are the options. I probably ought to bias toward film school instead of toward Ciro, but I've been depressed and lonely for most of four years already (moments of happiness mainly creditable to you); I think that's enough, don't you?
Anyway, I'll talk to everybody later tonight, and depending on what's said, to the film school next week. (And of course, I wouldn't be so foolish as to drop out immediately; I'd just defer the next term until I knew for certain I wouldn't come back.) We'll be all right. We're too cool to not be all right.
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Date: 2006-10-20 08:58 pm (UTC)My parents will house and feed him as long as necessary, of course; they'd be perfectly content letting him stay in Boston until I return for Christmas, and then he could come back to London with me if that's the way we want to work it. Or we could abandon the idea of him coming to England, and he could live wherever he wanted, and I could stay here. Or I could come back to live in the States, probably Boston for now. As I see it, these are the options. I probably ought to bias toward film school instead of toward Ciro, but I've been depressed and lonely for most of four years already (moments of happiness mainly creditable to you); I think that's enough, don't you?
Anyway, I'll talk to everybody later tonight, and depending on what's said, to the film school next week. (And of course, I wouldn't be so foolish as to drop out immediately; I'd just defer the next term until I knew for certain I wouldn't come back.) We'll be all right. We're too cool to not be all right.
love,
Romie