Exodus

So it begins, the leaving of my roommates, I’m taking it well for now. It’s this weird combination of sinking in and the realization hitting me real hard and not quite scratching the surface yet.

Actually fuck that, it’s hitting real hard. I’m going to be alone. Now I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking something along the lines of, “Ain’t ya always talking about how you’re alone and shit. Shouldn’t you be good with this by now?” And you’re right, I’m a sad broken record about that. But I have gotten better at that. I’m not all “woe is me.” I’ve accepted it. Which somehow sounds worse. And it might be, I’ll get that dog that I’m always talking about one day and it’ll be lovely. But until then, here I am. Love it or leave it.

Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the leaving of the roommates. It’s a tumultuous time in my life. A good friend is moving away. Sure,I’ll see them every now and then, but that’s not the point. That magic of random chats and baking at 2 a.m. That’s all gone. Now it’ll be friends that meet up every now and then when their schedules align. Oh well, that’s life. Now, you might be wondering, I’m only mentioning missing one person when there are two roommates that are leaving. That’s because I’m really only close with one of them. Yes, I’m friends with the other. But it’s not the same level of friendship as the other. You know what I mean.

So that’s the friendship angle of them moving out. But there’s so much more to the dynamics of them leaving. The big one is that all their shit is going too. Which is fair, that’s understandable. However, that leaves me in quite the pickle. You see, I’ve come to realize that I don’t own a whole lot of shit. Which will be  helpful when it comes time for me to finally move out, however, until then, I’ll be in a house built for three with furniture for one. Lot’s of empty fucking space. It’ll practically be a ghost town. Ha! And I want to invite that girl over to my place so we can hang and cook? What a joke, that’ll be sure to go well.

I kid, I kid. It’ll go fine, at the very least it’ll be a fun talking piece. Things are a mess, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is the way it will be, and the way that it has always been. I’ll make it through this, thanks for sticking around my faithful listener, couldn’t have done it without you.