Man, am I tired.
And I am very soon going to bed --
----- but here's what's been going on...
I got here Monday night, and have just been hanging out in Mandy's bed ever since. She's in Jamaica until the 26th. Raber and I tried to go look at my new place Tuesday night, but we got so very very (I mean, like, VERY) lost trying to get there, that we drove around in like, the factory district for a good 30-45 minutes. We could not figure out how to get across the river, even, until finally I watched Mike snap. I don't know how many of you guys have ever witnessed this, but it's something you never forget. It's simultaneously an incredibly subtle change in his demeaner, and yet profoundly clear that he has just entered a completely different state of mind.
We actually had to call Jeff and ask if he would come get us.
No shit.
He came and picked me up at the Springwater (Mike bailed out) and I went and saw my wonderful new place and took all kinds of pictures and measurements, and now I've spent the last two days laying in Mandy's bed, playing on my laptop, drawing up floorplans, drinking a lot, and hanging out with whoever comes over.
I am happy - people. Happy, happy, happy. Fucking swimming in happy. Every millisecond that goes by I feel more and more intensely that I have made exactly the right decision to come home - that how could I have ever wondered even for a second if it was the right thing to do? And that I am nearly moved to tears (I say this because, no, I'm not crying any more, but it almost feels like I ought to) by how amazingly, wonderfully, joyously home I am.
Home, Dammnit. I am swimming in love.
----- but here's what's been going on...
I got here Monday night, and have just been hanging out in Mandy's bed ever since. She's in Jamaica until the 26th. Raber and I tried to go look at my new place Tuesday night, but we got so very very (I mean, like, VERY) lost trying to get there, that we drove around in like, the factory district for a good 30-45 minutes. We could not figure out how to get across the river, even, until finally I watched Mike snap. I don't know how many of you guys have ever witnessed this, but it's something you never forget. It's simultaneously an incredibly subtle change in his demeaner, and yet profoundly clear that he has just entered a completely different state of mind.
We actually had to call Jeff and ask if he would come get us.
No shit.
He came and picked me up at the Springwater (Mike bailed out) and I went and saw my wonderful new place and took all kinds of pictures and measurements, and now I've spent the last two days laying in Mandy's bed, playing on my laptop, drawing up floorplans, drinking a lot, and hanging out with whoever comes over.
I am happy - people. Happy, happy, happy. Fucking swimming in happy. Every millisecond that goes by I feel more and more intensely that I have made exactly the right decision to come home - that how could I have ever wondered even for a second if it was the right thing to do? And that I am nearly moved to tears (I say this because, no, I'm not crying any more, but it almost feels like I ought to) by how amazingly, wonderfully, joyously home I am.
Home, Dammnit. I am swimming in love.