Friday, June 13th- Omens

It's Friday the 13th, and I couldn't be any more ready to leave. Saw the sunset earlier tonight, and despite the superstition, the golden rays shooting out from behind purple peaks felt like a good omen. Mom did a tarot reading for me the other day. Not that I believe in tarot, (I don't believe in much of anything) but everything came out positive. I guess the upside-down devil card is not as threatening as he appears.

Hardest part about leaving town is saying good-bye to my ex-girlfriend, Lindsey. Getting drunk together last night wasn't a good idea. We fight when we're drunk. Nothing unusual, I guess. Anyways, we wrote it off this morning when we went to breakfast. We spent our last moments together in a little cafe down town over stuffed french toast and orange juice.


Spent some time with the room mates, Jeff and Pablo. When Lindsey and I broke up at the end of March, they were generous enough to let me crash on their living-room couch for three months, rent-free. Lindsey and I had signed a lease together, and I agreed to help her out with rent while living with Jeff and Pablo. By the time I get back from the trip, she'll have moved to California to live with her parents, leaving the apartment for me to live in until the lease is up. I'm going to miss her, but I'm not going to let myself dwell on this.

I'm scared. Mostly just of becoming... bored. Or lonely. I need to stay focused. By 'focused' I mean completely open and accepting of the world around me. This focus will be my saving grace.

Now I'm just writing because I'm nervous. I do that. I babble. Time to stop babbling.