I was standing in my kitchen, making coffee with my Aeropress, when I heard a noise. The noise sounded like something plastic bounced off something metal and then landed on the floor. I looked around the kitchen floor, I have a very small kitchen, and was unable to find any random bits of plastic that didn’t belong. On a whim, I decided to look behind the stove as well, since there is a very sizable gap between the stove and the wall. Sitting in the gap was a bottle of Purell hand sanitizer, but nothing else was readily apparent. Forgetting about the sound, since I could find nothing amiss, I went back to making my coffee.
The plane lands. The phones come out. Airplane mode off. Phone calls. Text messages.
Last night, I went with a few friends to see Alien Ant Farm perform at the Adelphia Music Hall in Marietta. I was never a fan, knowing only their cover of Smooth Criminal, but this was my last opportunity to hang out with my friend Deborah before I move to Richmond in just over a week.
I still can’t believe I’m doing that, but I digess.
In which our hero signs a lease and reflects on living alone…
In which our hero has a place to live in RVA and begins to get more nervous about the entire idea of moving…
Maybe not so much on the last, but, you know, song lyrics. What a week, though. Seriously. I mean last week, of course. I hit a major low, had friends who helped bolster my spirits, saw Guardians of the Galaxy twice, got a bit of a chemical burn over the weekend, had a friend give me a much needed kick in the ass about my ability to communicate with people, and had what was a very good talk with the ex-wife about my move. Now, I’m getting stressed. REALLY stressed. Like, you have no idea just how stressed I am. Continue reading
In all honesty, I think I have now, in my life, probably some of the greatest friends that a person could ever ask for. I love every single one of them with all my heart, even though some of them are farther away than I would like. Any time they need a sympathetic ear, I’m always available for them, and I truly hope they all know that without me needing to tell them. But there is one major underlying problem, and it’s not with them, it’s entirely with me. Someone I care very deeply about actually questioned our friendship because of this. Continue reading