Stamped: March 22nd, 2006 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: around town, friends and losers.

It's official. I no longer am where I was and am currently now where I is. It's a new city, but not new to me. A city in which I grew up and of which I have many adolescent memories. I am looking forward to replacing these adolescent memories with those of the adult kind, the fun ones like, gee, remember how I was unemployed for 6 months when I first moved back here, or remember that record-breaking heat wave summer when my truck had no air conditioning and remember how funny it was when I had to move in with my parents when the place I thought I was moving in to crumbled during the earthquake of '06? I know, I know. As my teenage self would say, don't jinx yourself!

Despite what people say, the folk here are of the friendly variety. Yesterday I took a walk–strictly verboten in this town–to my sister's house. I passed by many cheerful people who, while not walking per se, were getting in to or out of their cars and occasionally checking their mailboxes. We had brief but meaningful exchanges like, nice car! and got mail? and you should really check that fuckin' exhaust pipe, cabron! I was excited to be some place new and eagerly anticipated getting lost in it's Rube Goldberg freeway system.

The welcoming committee has been particularly, well, welcoming. The minute I arrived at my parents, they were off to the emergency room wherein my father passed a kidney stone only a few hours later. He has been high on Vicodin ever since and we have had some really, really wonderful and unprecedented conversations. I only hope he remembers them next week and the promise he made to bequeath me his entire collection of beer steins. The room in my friend-from-high-school's house, the room I have already paid for, was not ready when I and the moving-van-full-of-my-stuff showed up on Saturday. Me and the five charming ex-cons hired to move all my things (and I'm not kidding about charming) stuffed them into the garage where they still remain (and here I'm not talking about the cons) three days later. Who knows when my friend from high-school will actually kick out her boyfriend who is supposed to be painting my room so that I can move in and so that he can move on out. I decided to give them a week to sort it all out and a week to stare at all my crap in discomfort. Finally, I'd like to personally thank all the encouraging people driving on the roads of my new town who have salutarily honked at me and have ever so subtly suggested I get the hell out of their way. You above all have made me feel quite at ease in my new home and on it's foreign streets.

Did I mention the 5 charming ex-cons who moved all my stuff? Oh, I did? Oh, yeah, well, they were really sweet and very tattooed and quite young and uh, really strong and um, very welcoming….

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