Finding a Home

It's been a rough few weeks with no real respite in sight, but spirits are high on prospects and anticipation.

I've ditched my current roommate and, despite a diminished budget, found and moved into an apartment of my own. My parents happened to be moving at the same time and gave me some much needed furniture and an afternoon's use of a rental van. Its been hard work but pretty rewarding considering it all. For the first time in nearly a decade I have a place I can call home. Aside from the military, which was never a home to me, I've been flopping out at various apparments and townhouses for eight years.

And now the school year begins. I have Junior-year meetings to bore through on my precious days off, while my High School Reunion is scheduled for October. Two drawbacks to that is I'm exactly where I was when High School ended a decade ago and the only people I would want to get it touch with at a reunion definately aren't going.

I suppose its my fault, I told most everyone in my classes I'd never see them again and only kept in contact with people I would actually hang out with in real life. I don't have the problem of fake ex-friends who still want life updates after half your life has passed without a word from them. I wonder if College reunions are anything like this? I know sure as shit I'm not going to my military reunion, even if I actually like alot of those guys.

So now the deal is hanging out with teenagers, not because I'm creepy (which I am), but because I've started my rounds in the lab sciences. Freshmen classes to the very last of them. I'll be taking Biology when I'm 30. Again.

But such is life. Wierd, complicated, and unwieldy.