Mom & Dad, I’m Fine, How Are You?

I have a joined a small circus, that much is true.
   I’m a little malnourished, but try to relax.
     Could you find a better photo for the milk carton backs? Send money.

Living at the new house has been pretty good for the last few days. My room is still a disaster, but I’m hoping that this week I can find some time to organize all my stuff into storage bins where it belongs. Then I can start looking for pretty furniture.

I have quite grand visions for my room right now, and some doubts as to whether they’ll actually pan out. I guess we’ll see.

I had a strange floating feeling this past weekend, just because it seemed like I was really disconnected from my everyday life. That’s expected with the new house, but the weekend itself was not an ordinary one. No youth, no church, no D&D. And for a while my internet wasn’t working, but Dave is awesome and patient and he got it working! Anyway, things are feeling more normal now that I’m back at work. Although not fully, because Khanh’s going to be in Florida for a month starting today.

I’ve come to the realization that I’ve gone through my life so far dependant on other people for a lot of things. Pathetic as that may sound, I can’t say I’m overly driven to change that fact, because I don’t necessarily think it’s a bad thing in all cases. For some things, sure. I should be doing the domestic things for myself — and will do, starting now. But things like calling my dad when my computer breaks, or asking a strong person to open my pickle jars are not really things I regret.

People, (or most of them, anyways) were made to interact. We thrive on companionship, whatever form it takes. All the times in my life that I can remember being exceptionally happy, it always involved at least one other person somehow. So, I am not sorry for my weaknesses that cause me to rub shoulders with people who can help me, and are generally willing to do so.