So far from home
I haven't been home a lot lately, but I thought I would check in with a simple missive for those of you who are wondering where I am.
I am here. Here, being my boyfriend's apartment. I am here all the time. I feel like I have joined a cult sometimes, because sleeping seems to be something of a lost art, these days. I did manage to catch a power nap yesterday on the way to work, as I ran a red light at 55 mph in a 40 mph zone. God smiles upon us fools, apparently.
Things are moving on constantly, as with all of the universe. Time waits for no man, or woman, despite my repeated entreaties that it pause for me. I am reaching terminal velocity quickly, though, approaching the big 3-0 with a sort of blind impetus that I can't direct. I think about it more frequently now--probably because of the huge difference in age of those I associate with. Maybe I am just beginning to learn how uncool I have become.
Naw, can't be that.
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