New Digs

Well, here I am. All settled into my new place. And somewhat down about it.

It's my pride that's causing the problem. I loved that house- it was perfect for me, my needs (current and future), and had a huge yard for my dog. Now we live in a condo where the backyard is approximately the same size as the room I rent. No more sitting in the grass on clear, starry nights, drinking beer and playing fetch with Fred. And it kills me that I lost it.

Last night (which, coincidentally was my last night there), I was curled up with my pup, scratching her belly. But unlike most times, it didn't make me feel better. I felt like I had failed her. My dog (if you're completely oblivious) is the closest thing I have (and will probably ever have) to a child. So I felt like some kind of bad parent.
Yeah, I'm insane- I realize that.


Don't get me wrong- I greatly appreciate my friend for taking me in. She didn't have to and the offer itself was enough to stun me. As much as this is an adjustment for me 'n the dog, it has to be several magnitudes greater for her (Fred can be very MEMEMEMEME!!!HEY!LOOKATME!!!!).

I'll feel better soon.
I may not have loads of cash or a job or my own place, but I have family and friends and the unconditional love of my "daughter" who's currently snoring gently at my feet. I have more than some people so it's foolish to whine for too long. I'm fortunate enough to have people who care.


To any of my friends: if there's anything I can ever do to help you, I will. It's who I am. Take it or leave it.


Enough sentiment. G'nite.