Back Where I Started
A year ago today I was being picked up at the Detroit Greyhound station by Rob. It's amazing to think about how little progress I have made in my life since then. It's also amazing to realize I don't really care. I just hope that now things will quit being really weird and find some sort of stability, instead of the way up and way down. I'm glad I'm finally over it, I suppose that is the first step. Maybe that's the only step that really matters.
Some things have been getting progressively better, but I suppose that's what running off for 8 months will do.
Thanks to all of you who weren't huge assholes about the whole thing, I appreciate it, really. So many people thought I was just leaving them. When in truth it was a complete accident. Call it fate, call it dumb luck, call it whatever. It wasn't planned, and it turned out to be some of the best time of my life.
Anyhow, I guess this is my nostalgic, I hate this state, entry. Well, at least it's out of the way and we can get back to the mundane details of my life in present. Right?
Some things have been getting progressively better, but I suppose that's what running off for 8 months will do.
Thanks to all of you who weren't huge assholes about the whole thing, I appreciate it, really. So many people thought I was just leaving them. When in truth it was a complete accident. Call it fate, call it dumb luck, call it whatever. It wasn't planned, and it turned out to be some of the best time of my life.
Anyhow, I guess this is my nostalgic, I hate this state, entry. Well, at least it's out of the way and we can get back to the mundane details of my life in present. Right?