Sunday June 22 2014

Difficult to Deal With  (Note from Ana) (June 22 2014)[i]

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At Disneyland with Will Clark and Ana. We walk into an office to register for tickets. The clerk lays out brochures with images of animals, some of them with our faces superimposed. Elephants. Giraffes. Gorillas. After all of this we end up not buying the tickets and instead we are given bowls of cereal to eat. I slurp it up like I'm starving.

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Waking up just before 11:30 a.m.

Honey Crunch n Oats with Almonds and Vanilla Almond Milk.

I've got a few extra minutes before I leave for work. Ana's slowly awakening but still curled up under the covers. I wrap my arms around her and say, "Good morning my little sunshine!" and kiss her on the cheek.

All day shift at China Wok.

Scrambled Eggs. Everything Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Honey Green Tea.

It's another steady Sunday at the restaurant. Driving and driving and driving. Today I use music as my fuel, rather than talk radio or silence.

Ana visits for a little bit and rides around on a few deliveries. She gifts me with cheesecake and an Honest Tea, which I decide to save for tomorrow.

Off work and back home.

Vegetable Lo Mein.

Ana left me a note from this morning that says "I am difficult, but you deal with me well. You've helped me grow. Love your ☼ [sunshine]"

I see Josh, James, Riggs, and Anthony off on their annual road trip across America. Before they leave I offer everyone shots from a bottle of black currant spirits that the Latvians gifted the house with last night. Anthony has plans to stay on the west coast so I might not see him for a long time. Later on after they all leave the house is lonely and quiet. Darren and Devon are holed up in their room doing whatever they do. But it's still quiet. It kind of hits me as I continue to dwell on the depth and meaning in friendships. Even though I'm not always on the same chaotic and freeform page as Anthony is, I will always feel a kinship with him. I ruined a lot of opportunities to savor time with him, and for that matter any of my friends. I wonder why I'm not in that car with them right now. Why can't I just up and leave town for a couple weeks? Why can't I just forget about the blog and my roots here in Virginia Beach/Norfolk? Roots is the right word. I feel deeply rooted, so much so that I don't think it's even possible to uproot my tree.

Chores. Watermelon.

Sleep 3:30 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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