Life on Rural Street

john is backpacking in west virginia with our friend rob. he left yesterday afternoon and will be home friday late afternoon/early evening. i tend to do a lot of thinking when john is gone. i suppose it's because when he's home i think out loud through conversation with him. and when he's gone i don't have anyone to have that same type of conversation with. my cat doesn't care to hear my talk, she just wants me to feed her. don't get me wrong - i love her - but she's not the deep philisophical type.

i think about what i do with my spare time and if it's healthy. i think about how dirty my apartment is and how i really should be cleaning it. i think about the fact that (truth be told) i'm a little jealous he's having fun and i'm working. (sidenote: i have no right to be jealous - i went off the nashville to have fune & learn and left him to take his finals!) i think about what i want to do in life and if my life is goin gin the direction it should be. the list goes on and on.

then i usually end up slightly depressed that he's gone. i don't view that as a completely bad thing though. there really is merit to the phrase "absence make the heart grow fonder." i love him dearly and miss him when he's gone. he is my best friend. yep, i'm sappy. i fully admit it.

this will give me time to see gavin (who i adore and have missed the past week) and to spend time with my mom - something else i haven't done enough of lately. maybe, just maybe, i'll even clean up the apartment some.