I went to a Third Eye Blind concert this weekend in Charlotte. I slept in my own bed for the first time in fourteen months. My Tommy Hilfiger sheets had been swapped for flowery prints and dust coated the dresser that once housed my secret stashes of poems and Playboys, but I knew as soon as I put my head down on that mattress, the first one my parents had together, I was back home.
My house is so much bigger than I remembered. I realize now how small the two apartments my dad's lived in in the past year actually were. I'm not complaining by any means. I felt a little swallowed up by how vast my home now feels. But despite the lack of furniture and decoration, it still feels just as warm as it was the night I came home from swim practice on my tenth birthday and there was a fire blazing in the den and my dad was playing some queer neo-jazz, likely Paul Hardcastle, and my mom had made me Baked Alaska.
I'm easing back into writing blogs. It's really weird to write publicly, and I'm a little surprised that I did it as much as I did.
A timeline of my recent legal troubles to break the ice?
May 2009: Got my license taken away.
July 2009: Got my fake ID taken away.
August 2009: Appeared in court for license appeal; called up directly after crackhead; charges dropped.
Currently, what am I doing?
- Living in Wilmington, NC; My address is 4524 Yester Oaks Drive. Stalk me, please!
- Riding my bike everywhere. I probably ride it about ten miles a day. The back wheel is about to break. I'm eligible to get my license back, but my dad won't let me yet, as he says I need to learn a lesson. Twenty pounds lighter and ten times happier, success.
- Considering starting to blog again. Hence, this little number.
