I've been home for a week and can't shake the depression. It's getting to be a problem because I need to get a job... which is tough when all I want to do is stay in bed and mope. I had such a great time in Texas that coming back to Connecticut is really disappointing. The humidity sucks, the people aren't as friendly... I just don't want to be here. I mean, check out the stuff I got to see and do:
We spent some time at the river (yes, he's wearing swim trunks instead of a kilt).
We met a snake.
David's stepfather killed the snake.
I met David's new brothers: Ninja, Mayday, and Bubba.
I also met Beauregard, the ewok on meth.
Beau likes to eat cats.
Mayday likes to eat fingers...
Hummingbirds like to eat sugarwater.
And fish like to eat people. Seriously, the little f'kers tried to chew on us while we were swimming. I let them have it with a pool noodle, but I don't think they got the idea. F'king fish!
We traded in the free-range fish experience for the captive fish (and assorted sea life) experience at Sea World:
...including a waterskiing show!
Can you see why it's hard for me to get back to the daily grind here? But I really do need to get a job. I need to be able to pay for the shipping container that's going to move all my stuff.
Rhinebeck will be my last event up here, and then I'll pack up my life and head for warmer weather. I'll miss snow, but I'll be with David, so it'll be worth it.