Loading tweets...I really like to weave the narrative.
I had a really great vacation, but I would have a really hard time describing it to you. It all becomes a haze of kayaking, Gears of War 3 co-op and sleeping in. I mean, as far as hazes go, a really, really good haze. Just makes for really boring stories. I find myself using phrases “stuff” and “this thing” and “that one time” to profusion.
I’m in the process of moving out of one place and into another. It’s not even that far of a move, but it is a bear. Leaving a place like that is jarring. Any place you spend around a year or more in really becomes a home, and an especially important one, being my first real home away from home. I’m gonna miss it a lot. Thanks for the good times, old place.
Stories about you are going to be much better than my vacation stories.