I’ve spent this weekend getting things packed up and starting to clean the house. It feels good to go through my things and purge what I don’t need. I’ve continued to play the game where I put shitty furniture on my lawn and watch people screech to a stop, pull over and pack it away in their trunks. One person on a bicycle even stopped and tried to balance my TV stand on their handlebars. Surprise, that didn’t work. 

But when it comes to purging things I don’t need… well I’ve realized there are a lot of things I gained in Beaumont that I don’t want to throw away.

Obviously there is Jeff. We are going to try the long distance thing. He says he wants to find a job in the Metroplex. I hope my moving away is enough motivation to help him finally buckle down and figure out what he wants to do for a living. I really really do. I used to tell people ‘I’m not interested in a long-distance relationship.’ But the idea of breaking up with him right now makes me so upset I can’t even think about doing it.

I’m also at a strange point in my Beaumont life where I actually started making friends outside of work. I can go to a few bars on the weekends and run into people who I know. It’s been weird telling them I’m moving. They don’t understand why I’m leaving or why I was looking for another job. I hate knowing that there is a .00001% chance of me ever seeing them again.

There’s a girl my age who lives in the apartment above my garage and she’s been having her hipster friends come over all day for a weed-beer-guitar-snack picnic. I ventured to the backyard to check out the party and chatted a but with the crew. While sitting on a blanket in the lawn, sipping my boxed wine from a solo cup and trying to explain how I know their friend, I realized this is it. Someone asked how old I was when I told them I wasn’t from here. ” Twentyyyyy…..” I couldn’t even remember if I was 23 or 24. How old am I?

It doesn’t matter anymore.