Timely Update

The problem with human beings is that we mourn death, when we should be celebrating life. - Me... Or maybe someone important. I dunno. Credit to whoever said it.

I have come to a conclusion. It is harder to write a journal entry when there is nothing bad going on, than when there is. After all, when things are going good, there's not a lot to share. "Things are utterly fabulous. Yay!"? Well, suppose that would work, but makes for some pretty boring reading.

That being said, I have been here for just over a month, in fact, as of last night, I paid my rent for July.

So I've been here for just over a month. This is when the calf eyes over the, "omg I'm out of my last situation, nothing could be better" effect should wear off. And I'm sure it has. I've settled into routine, and I'm still enjoying it here. The people are friendly, the location is ideal, the place comes inclusive with central air, a roommate that plays cards, and a pool. All of this hasn't changed.

I'm admittedly losing my fridge space, which makes me a little leary if I ever actually do some shopping (which I should do this month at some point, in fact, probably next weekend). But that is an easily corrected thing, and hardly an issue.

So a month in, and I still have no real complaints. Kathie isn't siphoning my money out of my wallet faster than I can make it, Tippi isn't a drunken louse who just doesn't know when to quit. Hell, even Amber (Kathie's daughter), comes over for whole days at a time (is here now in fact), and I don't even notice her presence unless I go downstairs and into the kitchen where she will say "hi" or thank me for one of the movies I burned for her and her daughter.

A month in and I'm golden. My room still makes me smile that it's massive... Well, not really -massive-... It's smaller than the room I had on wellington (difference being that the bathroom isn't on the other side of it), and after my time in a jail cell in the country, well, it still seems huge. I'll adapt and it will become the "norm"... Except that hanging out with Travis and Kate actually gives me a sense of largeness. They have a one room basement apartment. Literally, one room, not one bedroom, but one room. One room that could have fit into my old livingroom/kitchen area out near newmarket. I'm working on getting them moved into a two bedroom that will assuredly be a decent improvement over what they currently have, but will see how that works out.

So over all, I'm more than pleased with where I am in life, and where I am with everything else. It's such a simple thing, to say, "here I am, and I'm happy."

Brigham is still trying to insist he doesn't have my x-box, despite the fact that dani saw it there, saw him playing it, when she was over. Guy is a fucking moron to be playing these games when at any given time he has up to a half a pound of weed in his freezer. I mean, seriously, what does he think is going to happen, here? Hm? It's not going to end well for him in any event, unless I just give up. But really, I'm not sure I want to give him that satisfaction.

Otherwise, there's not a lot else going on in life, and things are rolling along as smoothly as they can. I'm content with that to be sure.

So cheers.