so, new house...
I’m all moved out... which is weird because I feel like I have left a part of me. You see, although I may not have been born in this city or state it is definitely where I have grown up... all these memories in every wall and broken light fixture... I resent the cramped space because of the addition of another person to our immediate family, but I don't want to leave... I found myself lying in my bed last night wondering when I could just go home... I’ll grow accustomed to my new space soon enough, but until then I guess i'll learn another lesson about residing outside your comfort zone.
Also, I woke up this morning to find that my cat is gone. of course my sister's little rat of an animal still sits happily atop the TV, but my little jasi is missing. I’m irate. I don't want to sound superstitious, but when your cat goes missing on the first day you have lived in a new house one must wonder if the occurrence is a harbinger of more badness.
Last night was fun as a few friends I haven't spent time with in ages tried in vain to teach me the finer points of poker.... basically I learned that there are chips that are different colors representing various amounts of money, and there are cards. that’s it. I’m sad.
dealing with the petty little comments from people are a minor annoyance right now, I also find myself sinking to their level and joining in the pointless prattle. whatever. things have been good lately, because in the total upheaval that is changing addresses... I’m happy.