Love that Bloc Party song, but yet again, my non-existent audience, here we are. I’ve been back in Columbus since July and I couldn’t be happier. I was never in combat, definitely not Vietnam or Afghanistan, but I did do two years in Delphos, OH, and I would give it a yelp review on par with either of those other places.

I really bit the bullet to get back here, taking a shitty call center phone job and was lucky enough to have an old friend who needed a roommate. He has been great, and I was fortunate enough to find a better job almost right away.

Since being back, I have voted, drank, eaten, wandered, had sex reasonably recently, and even visited the library. That being said, on this MLK weekend, I might even dream. I am planning a California trip for next year that should finally check all the boxes on my bucket list, that way, I can keep making excuses for doing nothing.

I hope I’ve found some kind of stability that I can live in for a long time, but I’m not so ignorant to know it could all be snatched away on a moment’s notice. So I’m savoring every second I can think to remember, and doing my best to keep the ship going in the right direction. It’s Morning in America again.