is this from whence it might all have come?!

What is it like here now?  Is it safe?  Does it feel close to right?  So far it’s not so bad, I can feel the words flowing a little bit more freely with every keystroke, and I’m glad the line changed when I reached the end of the text box.

But what if I’m typing and I just kept typing and didn’t stop typing a long sentence stringing the throughts from inside my head out into the world through the tap-tap-tapping of my fingers on my keyboard here in my half of the apartment that I’m sharing with my mother and bonus father, does that do anything for ya?

Why am I so weird this evening?  Is it because typing here feels not-too-awful?

I’ll try and stop with the rhetorical questions.

Life is weird.

Sezzie and I have since gotten an amicable and relatively speedy divorce.  That was a curveball and a half.  Maybe even a knuckleball that sorta hung out over the plate and almost wiggled in mid-air mockingly so there was no way for my wonky eyes to track it.  But it’s long over and I’m doing my best to move on.

I’m back living with my mother and bonus father in an apartment, but instead of my hometown (which is now my daughter’s hometown, that’s okay, I’m happy for them to get that in the divorce) I’m living in my second college roommate Luke’s hometown which is more of a city than my old hometown which is why I don’t go outside on my own.

Which is why I try and do my best to feel like I’m amongst the living by reading words from friends or watching stuff on this here computer.

I got an out-of-the-blue message from a girl that I knew in high school the other day and we’ve exchanged words both through chat and on the telephone more than a few times since then.  It’s not something that I think will become more than a re-established friendship, but that’s more than what I’ve been blessed with the past few years, so I’m enjoying the bajeezus out of it.

I just discovered Nickelback’s latest album the other day (two years late, thank-you-distracting-brain-surgeries-and-divorce-proceedings) and it’s not awful, only Chad Kroeger’s beard is weird (and hence his ‘stache is trash).  Their song “Horizon” hit me in the feels the other day, and keeps doing as much when I think about it and do that human thing of applying artwork to our emotional states.

I’ve been writing over on Prosebox mostly because I wasn’t aware of this site’s active-ness, but maybe I can crosspost or whatever its called.  Or just write twice as much and say half of what I mean to say?  Or…just go to both places and type whatever’s boppin’ around in the ol’ noggin!

That’s a good idea.