The end of this month marks 2 years since the move. A lot has changed, mainly me. From the me, to the we three, to the us. Being comfortable and happy in life was a strange shirt for me to put on, now it fits like skin.A couple of years ago I packed up two of my best friends in the world and drug them across the country to start a new life. One of them loved me so much that he stayed and started a new life of his own. The other one couldn't turn down a cheap trip across country if she had to. Both good good people, the kind you need singing Willie Nelson in your ear when something else is on the radio. The kind that get alcohol poison before driving a 30 foot long truck. The kind you need. The kind I need anyway.
I close my eyes and smile right now. We have all ended up right where we always knew we would. I guess I didn't realize 2 years had past. I'm glad I had stale pizza, stinky ferrets, and a couple good people with me. Who knows where I might have ended up.
2 comments:
ah... that was sweet.
Right about that... I'd never turn down a good long haul. I have friends thinking of moving to Alaska.... I offered to help them move.
Did I sing something else while something was playing? I've been accused of that by the husband but always thought he was full of shit. Sorry if I annoy :(
I'm guessing I took the pic?
you don't annoy, you entertain, and yup thats your hand with the pizza in it, i think we were near the mississippi
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