here, there and everywhere
There is too much going on to not be writing.I went home for Thanksgiving this weekend. Everyone at work, especially woman across from me, will ask how my Thanksgiving went. I won't want to talk about it. But I will lie and say it was great. Smaller than usual, but great. 'Got to see some friends for a coupla minutes.. yeah..
The truth is the whole trip was disappointing and weird. Is it age that has me drifting apart from everyone? Or is it that I live so far away? I was really excited to see some people and I keep fucking trying, but it seems it's not so important to them anymore. They have other friends now, I guess. I'm not a part of their daily lives anymore. I wonder if I should even bother, but I know I will keep trying regardless.
Soon enough it ends up being your significant other is the only one you can ever count on anymore. And if I didn't have that, well, I'd be okay too. Cuz I'd probably somewhere else. With more people. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't still thinking about it. I never felt I fit in so well and so seemlessly as in Miami. It was as if the stars themselves shown down on me and said, "you're in the right place."