Suppose we all want to get to the other side of something
My ex-girlfriend from Europe dropped me a line yesterday. It was good to hear from her. As always she said little except that she’s doing well, seeing someone, and happy. I’m glad.
It would be nice to hear how the other is doing occasionally, as there was a time when we were very close.
True. It was a lifetime ago – before planes hit buildings in my fine city and burned them to the #$@#$ ground.
Remember driving to this drawbridge in her tiny town outside Denmark and waiting for the bridge to come down so we could get to the other side. I liked being there; actually, I like being elsewhere, which is quite different from being somewhere.
On that note, I just bought tickets for the left coast. SFO.
I’ll need a place to crash for a weekend so if anyone has a spare couch in May, I’m there. I’d cook dinner in exchange for some hospitality. If you’re a pescatarian, I’ll buy/make some mac & cheese.
It’ll be good to see the California sun again; I missed her, though I’m sure she didn’t notice I was gone.
Me? Oh, I’m OK, thanks.
I’m just waiting to get to the other side.
Location: in front of the computer all #@$&*^@! day
Music: Let’s get out of this country I have been so unhappy