There’s No Place Like…??? in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Been sort of overwhelmed by the fact that time seems to be flying by lately. I can’t believe I’ve been here six months now. I really can’t. New job. New surroundings. New everything. But I can’t really use the word “new” anymore. In some respects, I feel like I just got here. In others, it feels like I’ve been here for years.

I wasn’t expecting to feel like a visitor in Dallas over the weekend. I thought I’d just swing right back into the groove. But really, I have no groove there anymore. It was fun seeing a bunch of my buds for Happy Hour on Friday night. Really fun. Even Super T showed up for a little while. Shock of shocks! And though he showed up, it was really too little, too late. He left early. Why even show up? It was very confusing. Tiff and Ali told me it’s because he still really likes me. Um. Hello? Is that how it’s done nowadays? Show up, say hello, and then split?

I had the most fun at the end of the night when everything was closing, and I was in need of a place to stay. There was no way I was driving to Mom and Dad’s (1 ½ hour drive) after 8 solid (and happy) hours. Ali’s couch is very comfy. I felt like I was back in college.

But I was bluesy in the morning on the way to Mom and Dad’s. And I couldn’t shake it. And I was a little grouch monster to my dear, sweet folks the whole time I was there. I was bummed and annoyed with everything and…oh I wish I knew what my problem was. Because I feel like I was pretty much a major butt.

And now I’m back here. But what is “here”? Because it sure doesn’t feel like home.