For a while, I was feeling a little lonely. After all, here in Philly, I was adrift of my primary tribe, that batch of maniacs from Rutgers I'm proud to call my friends. The majority of them still reside in NYC, and ever since I'd left, I've been missing them.
But time passes, and things change. And spending time with my oldest friend down the street and his marvelous girlfriend is opening conversations and doors. My street is rife with grillers and distillers with adorable children and a penchant for swinging by for backyard cocktails. And my coworkers are a beautiful mishmash of iconoclasts and misfits bound together in shared experience and coffee.
And there's you. Whether you're BiSCuits or just internetters, whether I want to or not, I'm a part of this, too. Like the creepy uncle hanging out in the corner at family reunions, I'm there.
Anyway. Long story short, I may be lonely from time to time, but I know full well that I'm never really alone.
So thank you.
All of you.
I am alone basically all the time, but almost never lonely. The former state I appreciate; the latter, I loathe. It's so good to be able to figure out the different between the two.
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