The party’s over. I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately, ever since I got back from Alaska really. I know it’s very common to feel a sort of anti-climax at the end of a trip, especially a really good one. So I’m sure that’s part of my current mood, but there’s something more I think. Despite all my wonderful friends, family, and pets, when I’m alone I really feel it: lonely. *sigh* Yes, that’s right, you read it here first: the dude who lives alone feels lonely. Details to follow…
I’ve spent the past two weeks hanging out with various friends, partially I think to help chase away my low spirits. I took Sandra and Andrew out to dinner in return for pet-sitting. They, as always, assured me that it was unnecessary but I feel like it’s the least I can do and I’m happy to. I’m just so lucky to have people that I like and trust that are so open to the idea. I also helped Ian move in a new bed into his new house, as well as a washer and dryer. He’s got a nice place, I predict there will be some good parties goin down there. And I went to a nice party at Deborah’s.
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