I'm away
again.
After this
past weekend, I'm actually slightly glad to be somewhere else.
I love my city, don't get me wrong. But when you've lived in one place for, basically, your whole life, you're bound to keep ending up at familar places.
And running into
old ghosts.
Him: So, are you a partner somewhere yet?
Me: Not so much. (pause) I'm writing, actually.
Him: Oh. That's...cool. Are you and that girl married now?
Me: Well, she's married. Not to me though. Kid any day now.
Him: Oh! (pause) Are you happy at least?
Me: (thinking) I'm happy in my head.