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If you disappeared for a week or a month or even a few hours, I’d notice. Not everyone would, but those who notice do so with a fierceness that hopefully makes up for it.

I would notice because I see when you’re gone for a few hours. I notice when you don’t reply in the first five seconds. I notice when your life is busy. I notice when you’re quieter than usual, but I just assume you’d come to me if you needed to. I’m sorry if that’s what you need. I’ll be more vocal if you need me to.

I may be busy, but I remember when we haven’t talked for a few days. I note the absence in my life. Sometimes, even when I’m busy with someone else, I stop to miss you. You’re not there. We’ve never met, but there’s still a hole in my heart.

I know it’s not much. I don’t know if it’s enough, but I hope so because I would notice not because I am amazing but because you are.

When it came down to choosing an apartment, and there were only two decent options, I didn’t like this one at first. Location seemed to be a dealbreaker. It seemed so far out o the way from, well, everything. The first apartment I liked was literally just a block away from the grocery store and Walgreens, which is a big selling point. The neighborhood seemed to be altogether nicer, too. However, I’m finding some pretty awesome upsides to this neighborhood:

• It’s older, so there’s a lot of neat architecture
• There’s a gas station within walking distance, and I’m close to everything that’s downtown
• I’m within walking distance from Mom’s house and my uncle’s, too
• There’s lots of alleys and parking lot shortcuts
• Trees! When you’re crossing the bridge to this side of town, all you see is a hill full of trees!

Although the neighborhood is kind of sketchy not too far away, I’ve had no problems living in this very neighborhood. In fact, it hasn’t been as bad as I’d expected; although, some of the neighbors in this building are effing rude. I’ve really enjoyed walking to and from Mom’s. I take some of the same roads as I did when I was walking to school as a teen because I’m only three blocks from the house where we lived during those years. It’s a trip.

I walked to the store that’s near the other apartment the other day. I realized that the neighborhood over there isn’t really any better, and it’s not quite as enjoyable. I get to take these winding walks now, across bridges and over train tracks, and it’s all just very enjoyable.

I guess that one word sums up how it is to live on my own, now.

• Why I can never get to sleep
• Cupcakes without frosting
• The phrase “Have your cake and eat it, too”
• When normies use the word “adorkable”
• Sexless marriages
• People who cheat as a way of dealing with said sexless marriage
• When people say “I’m on my way”, and they’re actually not
• Why everyone in this building slams the door and runs up the stairs. Repeatedly. All night long.
• Why the only link Google is showing me about the iPhone 5 is for Samsung (Actually: LOL)
• Why Goliath always feels the need to walk right over my keyboard.
• Why does Apple even bother announcing things like the iPhone 5 when the company can’t manage to keep anything a secret, anyway?
• Morons.

Edited to add:

• People who don’t know how to use their voicemail. I’d hate to be you when you miss the call from the cops that your spouse/mother/child is in the hospital. =/
• TVs are 29 inches. So unnecessary. Cool but not necessary.

I have a problem. I have come to enjoy a glass of ice water at night, as I’m trying to fall asleep. The other night, I poured myself a glass. I set it on the nightstand. I lay down.

Goliath stuck his paw in it.

I dumped out the contents and got myself some more ice water. Then, I noticed the glass was obviously not rinsed well enough. It was all sudsy. I emptied and rinsed that glass.

I poured a third glass. Would this time be the charm? It was, finally. By then, I wasn’t quite so thirsty. Obviously, it’s harder to get a drink in this place than you’d think.

Lately, I’ve been describing my day as an adventure, usually in Middle Earth. It’s part of my effort to “write every day as a story.” I’m trying to view my life as an adventure, to describe everyday–and sometimes not-so-everyday–events in an exciting way. I’m trying to psych myself up for my own life and view things with a light heart. Tofa took note of my Lord of the Rings references, and it prompted this entry.

Initially, I wanted to motivate myself to write more blog posts that painted my life as exciting and adventurous, but I just don’t have the time or energy to do that, especially while I’m busy packing and cleaning for a big move. So blog posts have been sparse. So have tweets, to be honest. You don’t need to know how much I am packing and moving and how exhausted I am, but–trust me–I am. One might even say that it’s a little more adventure than I normally like, which is also true.

Perhaps, in the end, this exercise has taught me that not all adventures feel adventurous or fun, and certainly not all quests are ones you have a choice in undertaking. A necessary adventure is still an adventure. Maybe?

Okay.