Back to Earth

What a long, strange trip it’s been…and I’m only talking about this weekend. The past month has seen some changes in my life. The biggest is that my live-in galpal and I split. She left our Oak Cliff house earlier last month, leaving me with no furniture (I gave it up, y’all) and all alone. Bummer. I think it actually hurt worse when she took me off her MySpace friends list! Still love her to death though…go figure. Anyway, I’ve relocated to a loft near my old stomping grounds of Expo Park. It’s strange. I like the space and the convenience factor — closer to the “rest” of Dallas after living in the OC for a year — but it’s a lot to get used to. I was so accustomed to living alone in NYC that I settled into like a lobster in a rapidly temperature-elevating pot of water. Living with another living, breathing human being was difficult on me. I guess cause I thought my life was Burger King — I’m gonna have it my way. Not with another person I don’t. Other peeps got their own needs and agendas. You gotta get used to it or get out of the way, I suppose. I sometimes wonder if my anti-authoritarianism complex is getting the best of me. Sometimes I think it’s doing me harm. But I digress…I’m actually feeling pretty vulnerable and lonely. I don’t know why. It’s not like I’m doing anything so differently from the past year. I guess I’ve always felt a little lonely here in Big D. This isn’t my “hometown.” I thought I’d know enough people to get by, and I suppose do. My career change has been pretty fantastic — I’ve gone from a make-nothing entertainment reporter to a nicely compensated advertising production artist in a matter of a year…that makes a difference. Anyway, my point is, Dallas isn’t looking so good right now and I’m considering a move to a different clime. Is New York out of the question? Stay tuned…