I’m writing this from my comfy, yet cramped, new workspace in Saint Louis. The move finally took place last weekend. I was a wreck for most of it, but the actual move went off without a hitch. We had beautiful weather and made great time. I’m glad I don’t have to make a trek like that ever again though (I hope). I couldn’t have done this without the help of
Here’s a pic of the groomsmen taken before Matt and Julie’s wedding a few weeks ago.
There’s no other way to put it: I don’t want to be here anymore. I’ve held on to the notion that at some point, I’ll eventually have a life here in the Cities. Instead, over the last six and a half years, I’ve merely existed. Sure, I’ve had a relationship and formed a few friendships during that time, even gone overseas multiple times, but things definitely haven’t panned out like
M came to visit last weekend/early week for the holiday. It was an amazing few days. She is amazing. We talked about things I never thought we would talk about. We did things I’ve wanted to do for years (mind out of the gutter, please). We made plans for the near future and set things on the right path for the distant future. With no disrespect for my past, I’m
That’s me in front of Hubert Robert’s, Stair and Fountain in the Park of a Roman Villa at LACMA last month. It’s an impressive work, and I was not expecting to be quite so big. I turned the corner and BAM!, there it was. It was definitely one of my favorite pieces I saw at LACMA that day. So what’s new? Nothing much. LA was great despite all of my