Well, it’s the last day when I’ll call Jewel Street my home. At least for this time around. I doubt I’d ever be able to live back on this street again. The chances of finding something when I move back here and ready to look for my own place will be slim. I don’t know why I’m so bummed about it. I wanted to move anyway and find something new. I was getting a tired of the same things all the time; the same walk to and from work; the same people I see every day. But again, it’s not like I was the one who made the decision to leave. Forced on me this time by circumstances out of my control. That’s why it’s so frustrating. There is this sense that I am no longer in control. It’s like I’ve been veering off course and unable to correct the momentum. My life is being dictated to me.
Maybe I can change that tonight. One last hurrah in the city that never sleeps. I need to get some sleep tonight though. Rental car at 8 in the morning. Pack. Drive upstate. Unload. Eat. Pack an overnight bag. Drive back. Sleep. Then up early Thursday to return the car and jump on a bus back upstate. Good god. So just a couple drinks with the old Potential crew and then back to the apartment here.
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