I’m up way too late. I have to go into work tomorrow, I assume. The hurricane really died down here. Just a little windy. No real rain to speak of either. Sadly, this is disappointing. The thrill of having such an awesome force less then 2 feet from you is something that I don’t know if I’ll ever experience again. Again, awesomeness abounds in this apartment.
In the past two weeks I’ve been able to settle into my normal life again. Less hectic, more relaxed, and just plain less people. Whlie I was always surrounded by my ship of fools at Denison, we were a group that also knew when to operate independently. Since I’ve been here, it’s been non-stop people. It’s nice that I come home and for the most part, I can just relax by myself. Normally Nellie’s here (when she hasn’t flown to San Antonio) but I can still enjoy relaxation and alone time.
I don’t spend nearly enough time in my bedroom. It’s bizarre. I spent four years operating out of one single room (well, four rooms, but you know…). Now I have living space. And I enjoy it. I’m much cleaner, more relaxed and overall just a happier individual. It’s kind of sad that so many people will remember me as bitter/jaded/sad/etc. I’m really not, and I never really was. I just wasn’t as happy as I could have been.
It’s the things like this that keep me up at night.
justinª