Weird...

well, here we go…

this time next week i will be waking up to my last day as a single man…, weird, but i guess that i just realized this.

my friend Kelly is homesick. she just moved far away and is having some hard times… i just sent Kelly an email telling here about the time i came here and how homesick i was and that it will get better.

man that really does seem like forever ago…

anyway… here is the thing…. i remember, this clear distinct memory, of waking up cold (i came here in january, and if you know Edinboro Winters, you’ll know why it is a bad time to be homesick…) and deciding to cut my losses, pack up and go home. that day though, i met my friends Peggy and Mark for the first time and got to hang out with them and watch the Simpsons that evening.

i don’t remember when it happened, but i actually forgot about being homesick and wanting to go home.

i guess what i am rambling on about is that if i’d given in and left, who’s to say where or what i'd be doing next week. i've said it before and i'll say it again, it is weird the way things work out. i'can’t even imagine my life without Bridget, so it is weird for me to think about how different things would be if that faithful january day had gone differently, if i hadn’t chosen to go downstairs and watch the Simpsons, i would never have met Mark and Peggy, and would probably be in Malaysia right now…

weird…