A post from the new world
So I haven't posted since I moved, which is a terrible lapse on my part, but there's so much to say that I never know where to start.
Anyways, I live in Champaign now. I have a one bedroom in a quiet house and life is OK. Right now I'm just kind of... well, I'm by myself and while it's not the end of the world I'm also not a huge fan.
Does it make any sense when I say I feel like a ghost? I went back to Louisville for Christmas and I had no home and no car and I was doing the same shit I did when I was fucking 20. I came back to Chicago, packed up my shit and abandoned my life there. And now I live in Champaign and I know no one. I am coming to be identified by the people at my coffee shop and video store as they watch me trying to keep myself entertained.
But... this place isn't home yet at all. And Chicago's not home, Louisville's not home, and Beaufort sure as hell isn't home. My friend Ben's apartment is the place I've stayed at the longest that I can still go back to. I just kinda wander around, haunting the UofI campus.
I spoke to Daniel today, no comments from the peanut gallery thanks, and it was the most awkward conversation you could imagine. I'm taking a piece of art from him for my apartment, and that will be that, but my point is, I can't even argue comfortably with him anymore. We might not be comfortable per say but I tend to know how to act with him but no. The time that was the two of us is poof. Vamoose.
So not even any evil ex, that admittedly I hold relatively little bad feeling for, to keep me warm at night. Ah well.
This too will pass, so to speak.
I go in to meet with the Psych adviser tomorrow, who seems fucking awesome, and then I pick my classes. And then I make awesome friends with my fellow Psych transfers. And then I have a card so I can start using the gym. And then I build up my biceps to fucking conquer anyone who dares stand in my way. And that's how I roll.
Wheee time to go watch Dr. Who I think.
Anyways, I live in Champaign now. I have a one bedroom in a quiet house and life is OK. Right now I'm just kind of... well, I'm by myself and while it's not the end of the world I'm also not a huge fan.
Does it make any sense when I say I feel like a ghost? I went back to Louisville for Christmas and I had no home and no car and I was doing the same shit I did when I was fucking 20. I came back to Chicago, packed up my shit and abandoned my life there. And now I live in Champaign and I know no one. I am coming to be identified by the people at my coffee shop and video store as they watch me trying to keep myself entertained.
But... this place isn't home yet at all. And Chicago's not home, Louisville's not home, and Beaufort sure as hell isn't home. My friend Ben's apartment is the place I've stayed at the longest that I can still go back to. I just kinda wander around, haunting the UofI campus.
I spoke to Daniel today, no comments from the peanut gallery thanks, and it was the most awkward conversation you could imagine. I'm taking a piece of art from him for my apartment, and that will be that, but my point is, I can't even argue comfortably with him anymore. We might not be comfortable per say but I tend to know how to act with him but no. The time that was the two of us is poof. Vamoose.
So not even any evil ex, that admittedly I hold relatively little bad feeling for, to keep me warm at night. Ah well.
This too will pass, so to speak.
I go in to meet with the Psych adviser tomorrow, who seems fucking awesome, and then I pick my classes. And then I make awesome friends with my fellow Psych transfers. And then I have a card so I can start using the gym. And then I build up my biceps to fucking conquer anyone who dares stand in my way. And that's how I roll.
Wheee time to go watch Dr. Who I think.