I can't believe it's been almost two months since I up and moved away from all the dark and twisty-ness. I feel like that was an entire world ago. And now, in five days, the campaign will end, and I'll move on to the next phase of life. Which has me wondering, exactly how many times can one human being start over?
I'd say I'm at about do-over number ninety-four. I say this time will be the charm. Because if it's not, I QUIT.
I'm going to stick around this city. I like it. I like the people. I like the life. I'll need a job, and with that, a place to live, but it'll all work itself out. Always does.
I think what I like about this city is that it's not tied to me in any way. I've never lived here. I had no roots here. No painful memories. No memories, period. A blank slate for new memories. And I love all of them so far. Especially the one with the homeless guy in the bloody hospital gown. That one's my favorite.
It's going to be a crazy weekend. We've got a candidate to get elected on Tuesday. But on Wednesday morning, when it's all done, I'm going to wake up (with a smile and a hangover) and take a deep freaking breath.
And then go back to bed.