So… about 5 weeks into the semester. That means 9 weeks that I’ve been here. One sixth of a year.
9 weeks since I could just walk up the street, unlock his door, drop my clothes and slide into bed with my brother.
Not that I did it “surprise” like that very often.. mostly when I knew I was gonna mope all night if I was by myself.
There’s less moping now. I don’t have a lot of time for it, and some things have gotten a little less confusing with distance. Or maybe the confusion and ambiguity seems to matter less.
Made it back up to see him in September, for a quick two days. Well, mostly to see him, partly to see the town again… one big enough to have stuff to do. One with people in it that I know and want to do stuff with.
That’s the other thing about moving to a new town, for me… I absolutely hate meeting people. I’m no good at it – even knowing what to do gives me very little power to do it. Too much history as a kid of trying to reach out just to get ignored. (At best.)
So, while I’m quite sure that there’s some fun stuff to do around here, and that once I explore it some more I’ll probably like it… Well, anything that people typically do with other people (if they can), I hate doing solo. Here to see a movie? All by yourself? Yes, thanks for reminding me that I didn’t know anyone to ask. I might’ve forgotten the fact.
On the bright side, I’m saving lots of money by not going out. (So’s my brother – we were both spending way too much on that the past couple months. Or year.) That’s money saved up to go over to NC to see Her, or to fly up to see Him.
(Fall break is next week but I’d already managed to promise my aunt I’d go up and help her with some stuff. And my brother’s fall break is the week after, but he’s actually not going to be able to take much time off, if any. Which sucks, frankly, because we’d been hoping to get over to the Smokies. Trying not to mail anthrax to his boss.
)
As far as the job… Well, the title of this post is actually wrong, I simply don’t have time to be bored, at least during the daytime. That’s a good thing, right?
Sigh.