My friend from the road has returned to her travels and I’ve returned to my mundane, daily routine of looking for a job and drowning in rejection.
My friend from the road has direction mapped out in pen, but mine is far less concrete and a lot more abstract. M direction is up for sale and waiting for the highest bidder.
Having Stacy down for the last few days has been enjoyable. She’s an absolute riot, and I feel like I got to know her even better this time around. It had been two years since our last visit, and although we correspond by phone and snail mail, it’s just not the same as visiting in person. She just left about an hour ago, on her way to Tallahassee which is a 12 hour drive from Houston. She plans on sleeping in the Walmart parking lot when she gets there. I hate being left. I’m sitting on the couch in an empty house right now listening to Music Choice. Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes” is currently playing on the retro-active station. Tomorrow I will be meeting with a man who used to be my step dad to talk business. I’m doing some freelance work for his company which is the only reason I agreed to meet with him. I’m hoping to do enough freelance work in the next few months so I’ll have money to go back to Yellowstone this next season. I’m hoping to get a job at the print shop, but I think my chances are pretty slim. We’ll see.