I miss living in a place where I know I have friends I can count on to meet me, if there not already there, at the bar to blow off a tough exhausting week. It wasn’t always this way. It used to be quite lively here and it very much isn’t anymore. Maybe I’ve pushed them all away? Which makes sense. I’ve had a few personally challenging years. I don’t know. I needed to get the thoughts out. In the end, I’m hungry, alone and wouldn’t mind tossing a few back. Worth noting. By rule, I don’t regularly drink alone at home. I reserve it for fun times with people. Realizing as I write this... I just finished the book, Robin, about Robin Williams, and the last several chapters are dark and saddening. The thoughts that book has conjured this week, a post I saw this about a friend I dearly miss and thoughts of all the friends I’ve lost in my near 4 years here has left me in a strange place. Generally an independent solo adventurer, the strange place leaves me lonely wanting to be with friends. A need to celebrate with the living as we remember the passed. #thingsithink #dbzforever #abby #ryan #thefunk (at Norwalk, Connecticut) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnIGsQuAL3G/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=iifwm885usta
