About a month ago I moved in with my grampa. It’s a mutually beneficial relationship - He gets someone to keep him company after the death of my gramma, and I get free rent. In the month since I’ve lived here, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been home before he goes to bed.
Not that this is a bad thing, necessarily - going out with the couple of girls I’ve hooked up with at work has been a lot of fun - but geez…I spent two years staring at my computer screen, then all of a sudden, for the past month, I’ve been going out nearly every night? What kind of weird sociable vibes have I been giving off? And where the hell were those vibes during the previous two years? And when am I going to get a chance to unpack the other eight boxes I have out on the porch?
AND I’m going to Spain.
AND I may had an actual date the other night.
AND I’m cooking stuff that doesn’t come out of a box and/or contain preparation instructions that include the phrase “Microwave on high for …”
Is this the “life” thing that people keep talking about?
