i love arkansas. it's this beautiful, serene place where i feel totally okay with doing nothing. i went down to hot springs with my dad in may, and then in august with a couple good friends. i love all of it. my dad's place on lake hamilton, the baths, the intense, overwhelming graciousness of my dad's friends, and even little rock.
i used to think it was nostalgia driving me to fantasize about moving down there, but i'm starting to think about it more and more. not for good, and not for the whole year, but maybe for a couple months out of the year. i don't have any friends in hot springs, but i don't think i'd need friends if i lived there.