we have it all, but i still reach out
i don't know what to say about j being gone. life goes on. it's okay, and it's not okay. before he left i asked what i was supposed to do without him. he told me to do what i've always done. i used to wait. i get coffee alone. i drag my fingers along the fences on logan boulevard. i watch my dog run around the playground after hours. i write letters in my head, never on paper. i distract myself with w.
i wait.
i'm looking for a school in chicago with a comp lit program, but am not having any luck. i think about moving, i think about staying. i think about what will make me happy in terms of a career, and all i can come up with is that i would like to get paid to read and write.
my ex girlfriend of 6 years moved in with me this week. it's strange to have such a history with someone so far away from home. she knows my family (pre and post divorce) and i know hers, we know we should go home and won't.
the apartment is gorgeous.
i am a master at shuffle board.
it's been exactly three weeks since my visit to the hospital, which means three weeks alcohol free. it feels like months. when i found out i couldn't drink anymore my first thought was about how it put a damper on my plans to take hawk to a remote cabin to get some serious drinking and writing done.
i miss my lion.
i wait.
i'm looking for a school in chicago with a comp lit program, but am not having any luck. i think about moving, i think about staying. i think about what will make me happy in terms of a career, and all i can come up with is that i would like to get paid to read and write.
my ex girlfriend of 6 years moved in with me this week. it's strange to have such a history with someone so far away from home. she knows my family (pre and post divorce) and i know hers, we know we should go home and won't.
the apartment is gorgeous.
i am a master at shuffle board.
it's been exactly three weeks since my visit to the hospital, which means three weeks alcohol free. it feels like months. when i found out i couldn't drink anymore my first thought was about how it put a damper on my plans to take hawk to a remote cabin to get some serious drinking and writing done.
i miss my lion.