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I'm still trying to adjust to this whole move.
I've only been living here on my own for a week, after all. Being 2 hours away makes it all seem so distant from my mind, and I don't think about home...or what was my home (my parents house.) I keep wanting to call it MY house.
However, tomorrow I am leaving to go home...errrr, to my parents house...so that I can go out for a friend's birthday Saturday night and visit with my best friend on Sunday.
Now I have anxiety about leaving my current home (my apartment.) It's all so confusing to me.
My mind is just trying to figure it out.
In other news...I'm trying to figure out the gay scene around here. I went out to a bar last night with a friend of mine and had a couple beers, but the place was dead...and the few that were there were all gay men. *sigh*
Isn't there an easy way to meet somebody?
I do love it here, though.
I spent most of the day swimming in the pool at the apartments and basking in the sun with a friend of mine. This was followed by hanging out with some other friends and laughing so hard my face hurt. Then I rode my bike to a nearby park where I sat and read a book by the lake for the evening.
Yeah, I love it here.
I just wish it wasn't so far away from...*sigh*...my parent's house.