Hello, again
I had my 22nd birthday two days ago. It wasn’t anything special. The dinner that Beck organised for me was the highlight. Me and 11 of my favouritest people in the world with amazing Japanese food. She even got me a really gorgeous cake and they all embarrassed me a sang happy birthday while I tried not to throw up my upteenth cocktail for the night.
I guess that was a rather random place to start my story considering I haven’t been around here for so long. Almost a year, to be precise. But it’s hard to find somewhere to start when I can barely recall most of this past year.
The standouts? Well, most recently, being made redundant due to corporate downsizing because of this stupid recession. A real kick in the teeth and something I am still quite bitter about. Hmm. What else? Well I’m sure there were parties and fun times, like when we went to Stanwell Tops and drank cheap wine and danced around with sparklers and watched the fishermen while we waited for sunrise. And there were definately down points, like when Beck was in the US for 7 weeks and I have never missed anyone like that in my life.
So staying true to my form, or lack there of, this will be an ill structured arrangement of random recollections and musings.
At the moment, my life is revolving around my move to the UK in June of next year. I cannot wait to get out of here, but to be completely honest, I am shit scared. Beck & I are packing up our lives and leaving. I’ve done Europe before so I’m slightly less excited than her, but infinately more realistic about it all than she is. Maybe she is right, though. Maybe it will be all cobblestone and kissing.
I still haven’t quit smoking. I said I would after this birthday. It’s only been two days, so give me a break. Next time I write I will be smoke free.
Right now, I feel very vacant. Like I have two things in my life – a dream and a girl. And I don’t know how much of a grasp I have on either of them, which makes me a little sad.
I guess it’s not advisable to write at 12.50am when it’s bad weather outside, your bed is empty and you’ve had a really crappy day.
Might post some photos up soon, or something. Hope you’re all well.
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