Yes, welcome to city of loser-dome; population: me.
At the end of the day, its not so bad ... yes, I have to return to a profession I hate and yes, I have to concede that I'm a bit of a failure, BUT Whitestar is very excited about my return to the bay and when he's happy, I'm happy. I'm just grateful he'll let me mooch off of him for awhile until I find something more permanent ... or until my culinary and/or writing dreams come to fruition, which ever happens first. Plus, maybe I can finally get Maynard! And, I get to eat porchetta sandwiches every Saturday at the Farmer's Market, which is also a nice draw. I'll know for sure at the beginning of April, since I'll have to give notice to my landlord. The Hmongs! Awww ... that seems like so long ago.
My biggest fear? The last time I moved in with a dude was in college (remember, Racer X?) and that lasted about 4 months before we broke up ... we never quite bounced back after that. AND, if Whitestar and I don't make it, guess where I'm headed? HOME. Bless my parents, but we're better off in different houses.
Who won't be happy about this move? Blackstar. But again, perhaps another blessing in disguise. The man's got an ego the size of a continent, so truth be told, he probably won't even notice (much less care) that I moved in with another dude.
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