It’s so hard to say goodbye…
by M. Lizabeth Currain
to my homey. My days of playing tour guide are officially over. I got back a little while ago from seeing my BFF off at the airport. Now it’s back to dullsville for me.
I’m feeling a crushing blow of loneliness right now, so ya’ll will just have to bear with me. There’s something about spending quality time with your best friend that just doesn’t compare to anything else. Being able to show her NYC and the new part of my life all while cracking inside jokes from billions of years ago–that’s what friendship is about. It’s too bad we live on opposite sides of the country. Sometimes I don’t feel like I have that here in New York. Some good friends from college live in other states, a lot of my friends are married/engaged/or in long-term relationships. It gets hard being by yourself. I probably impose the seclusion on myself, who knows. But sometimes even when you are with people, you still feel lonely. Some days just feel lonelier than others. Maybe this is a feeling that is unique to New York residents. I don’t know. Any of you readers out there from different states experience this?
Anyways, now that I’ve bared my soul for everyone. It’s time to get back to drowning my sorrows in episodes of Futurama and bowls of Cheerios. Seriously. This is my 2nd or 3rd time around watching Futurama. I pretty much have these episodes memorized. Two things I’m actually glad about in relation to not having a guest at my house: I can sleep in my bed again. I was nice enough to sleep on the couch! It’s only a love seat, and since I’m not 5’1″, I can’t really sleep super comfortably on it. Also, I can drink water as my main source of hydration again. For the past few days when I have woken up, my mouth has felt like a cotton ball.
Now I’m just waiting for a text message from a man…I’m trying not a get my hopes up about this, because we all know how well it ends when I think things are going good. But I do like him. Shocking, considering I am so judgmental and picky. The wait is stressin’ me out, man. I should just hide my phone and not look at it until tomorrow afternoon. And then throw it across the room and collapse into sobs when I realize I have no new text messages.
I’m just joshin’ ya! About the throwing my phone part. Ha!