An old draft that I didn’t publish came into my little blogger client this morning.

I’m going to start over instead of continuing on that.

Continuing on.

* * *

Over.

Done.

No more.

It is done.

The last one just did it for me. I know I shouldn’t have acted the way that I have, but it was just disheartening.

I was actually hopeful for once. I was actually excited for once, the possibility.

But I guess it wasn’t meant to be.

Maybe I just came on too strong, too weird.

Maybe I was just being too much of me and this was all before we met.

Over.

Done.

No more.

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Life is trudging along in the same trajectory that it has always been.

There’s a longing of a change, some kind of change, whether it is big or small, there’s a desire for something different.

I don’t know what it is yet. I haven’t made a choice yet. I’m still weighing my options and thinking things through.

I just need to figure things out.

Is it time?

Relocation?

Where?

Chicago?

Seattle?

Where?

I have a lot of thinking to do.

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Back. Back in the habit in lovely SoCal.

‘Tis is my home. ‘Tis is the place where I rest my feet.

‘Tis is life.

The drive down to Los Angeles was very uneventful, except for delivering about 200 lbs of shrimp for Gifu. Other than that, it was smooth sailing, easy drive.

* * *

Today is just the tail end of my little mini vacation. It is the last day, so I’m not going to do much. Relax, watch some tv/shows/movies and work on my pictures.

Easy peasy. Simple.

I live the simple life. I love the simple life.

It’s better that way.

* * *

Life is good.

Back to work. Well, tomorrow, I’ll be back to work, sitting at my desk, catching up on whatever it is that I need to catch up on.

Having been away for so long and not socializing as much as I normally would, in the sense of being around people constantly, it is going to be an adjustment. I just hope people don’t drain me. I just hope.

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Leaving yesterday morning, it was the first time that I had such strong sad feelings about leaving. Walking out the house after giving mom a hug, it hurt. I could feel my heart hurting; the tinge of sad pain that comes with a cry.

It was the first time that that happened to me.

Maybe I do really miss home. Maybe moving back to Seattle is a very viable option.

Just maybe.

But spending that day in Seattle, it was nice. It felt right.

A beautiful day in the city, exploring and just taking in the views. It was just nice.

I know I was on vacation and it might just be a little different if I start living there, where I’ll just fall into a status quo like I have done here and not do anything.

I don’t know.

Visiting while on vacation is different than actually living there.

It’s something that is still up in the air. It’s definitely an option.

I have a lot of time to decide, so there’s no rush.

No rush at all.

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