that's it, we're breaking up.

so, for once i'm writing this not from my joyous cubicle hell space, but from my apartment. where i am alone, listening to the wind howl as it attempts to truly convey the fury of this rainless thunderstorm we're having. and as i sit here, i'm thinking quite a bit about this whole soon-to-be-empty-nest thing i've got going on. i find myself thinking about it as though what's ending is not some mutually beneficial living arrangement, but the end of something more important.

i feel like we're breaking up.

particularly because i'm spending a lot of time analyzing the whys of this situation. thoughts like "i've been noticing he's been awfully distant...is it something i've done? should i have done the dishes more often? did we not go out enough?" very odd.

i'm going to miss him when he's gone. ah well. he's only moving to carroll gardens. and, no matter what my little brain is saying, we're not breaking up.

and, this whole roommate search is really going a whole lot better than i'd first anticipated it would.

not bad for only knowing about this for only twelve hours, i'm going to have to say.

the alleviation of certain types of stress (or, at least the lessening of it) makes me happy. it leaves many memory circuits free for other lofty pursuits. like the memorization of lyrics to INXS songs. or wondering who let ryan adams and the corrs cover the same song. or what tattoo boy is thinking. or what to do with my family when they come to visit.

see? lofty pursuits! fun things!