Sick of Being Away
I woke up in the middle of the night with my laptop and my cellphone scattered all over the futon that I have been sleeping on in the empty apartment for over a week now...it might be two weeks. I don't know. But that made me feel kind of like I am insane. An empty apartment that I pack up every day so that it doesn't look like I live there. Today it is packed in the hope that I can actually LEAVE IT. A computer straining for internet access. The Gilmore Girls season 7 on DVD. It all seems so sad.
I can't believe that I am still here. It has been fun seeing everyone, but I am TIRED of driving around like a lunatic trying to find internet access and I miss my boyfriend and my house and my bed and my life. Although yesterday's post (was that yesterday) might have made light of this situation, I miss more than cable TV.
You know how Thomas Wolfe said that thing about not being able to go home again. It's true. Even though I lived here, it is not my home. Maybe one day Parker's Collision Center will allow me to return to my actual home.
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