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[28 Apr 2009|06:37pm] |
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I don't get what he sees in me. Maybe I never will. But I'm moving back to Los Angeles for him, and I'm going to try to make things work. Given the current state of the economy, I found someone to lease my place here in Seattle to. It'll take care of part of my income and it'll give me time to find a buyer. Or just leave open the possibility of having a second place in Seattle.
It's funny. Now that I'm out of Seattle, I kind of miss it. The way the rain smelled every time we'd get some. The silly Space Needle thing, Qwest Field. The freaky signs and weird streets and the metro system.
I miss all of that.
But not as much as I missed being near him. It takes a lot for me to say that. But it's true. I don't know if Tyler is the long haul guy. Hell, I don't even know if there is a 'long haul guy' for me. But I smile when I'm with him. And I guess. I dunno. I don't feel so worthless when I'm with him.
I got the old job back. Great news, considering diving season is right around the corner. I'm psyched. At least here, I've got the dive shop for most of the season, instead of that stuffy university office.
So yeah. For once, I'm okay.
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