Karate and Friendship

The sun just finished setting through a warm, pink haze outside of my window, and now campus is twinkling with a thousand fluorescent bulbs just past the interstate.

Every few months I go through a realization and acceptance of the things I feel are lacking in my life. And there aren't that many. I'm kind of incredibly blessed. I just feel like eventually it's got to be my turn to have someone's warmth radiating next to me as I drive over blank highway, one hand on the steering wheel the other tangled in a web of fingers, Johnny Cash permeating the silence. That has to happen eventually, right? I'd take that and maybe just a little more time, to write, to live, to grieve, to love.

The last time I wrote, I didn't know what to say. I still don't have many words; they're hidden somewhere in this transition time I've found myself in. But it's good. I'm just a little unsettled. I need to find my place in my new environment.