So, last night I ate dinner with four guys named Jim. Apparently, there's a 5th guy named Jim, but he no-showed....
When I was introduced around, I flashbacked to many dorm
cafeteria dinners with 4-5 girls named Kim. Only the Jims are WAY older, and not as pretty
and have had way more life experiences than the 5 kims had at the time.
Come to think of it, I’ve just described myself…
Pork chops, I think.
(Not really versed on pork, heard tell of a large piece of pork, cut into 5/8 inch thick pieces..)
Baked beans, Miller Lite, some desert thingy that’s actually not bad for
you, we were told, because it’s made entirely of sugar free / fat free
alternatives to…real ingredients.
Did not need to know that last part...
And I had a nice time, all things considered, sitting at the
picnic table; eating pork chops off a Styrofoam plate; making polite conversations
with the aforementioned Jims and others who all get together once a week to
share food and stories. One of the folks there knows a lot about my new house and the history of the neighbors, and the name of the lady for whom the home was likely built, over a hundred years ago... That was worth the price of admission, right there....
I hope to do so again, at least 1-2 more times this
summer.
In a way I would not have predicted, it actually helped me to
feel like I belong… someplace. A
little less like I’m not 100%... anywhere at the moment.
I’ve been floating on a bubble of temporary…
everything for way too long, so much so
that the smallest thing, food with strangers as an example, feels significant.
Last week it was a
new library card, granted me outside of proof-of-residency guidelines, because…
I know a guy.
Hope to be in my new home, with the things that make a house
a home, like… my wife and daughter and my stuff, in less than 30 days. Then, perhaps, I’ll feel like I actually
belong someplace, one place, all the way. That will be a very good feeling.
Hey, if you’re gonna dream, dream big.
2 comments:
Adrift is a feeling I know well, having just moved across the country with nothing but a backpack and a cat. I am currently in a big near-empty house awaiting the arrival of my boyfriend, dog and furniture, while starting a new job working from home.
Where are you at? Adrift... Was easier 25 years ago.
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