Emo-est Point East of the Mississippi?

And all you see is where else you could be when you’re at home
And out on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone

The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
But you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn’t need
Cause you knew you were finally free

“Your Heart is an Empty Room” by Death Cab for Cutie

The scene: Me, lying on my bed, listening to Death Cab…knitting…as the rain comes down…and my cat naps beside me.

Could this be any more emo? I don’t think so.

It’s a contemplative kind of day here in my apartment. I’m all done with everything I had listed for the weekend. Freelance is finished, the plants are watered, the laundry is clean and away. Floorplans for Hannah’s new kitchen are drawn, a pick up is scheduled for my computer and my phone is finally working with Gmail’s mobile app. So now what do I do?

No one is around. Even Nate’s away, having gone home for the weekend. I could drive to State College and see what Mike’s up to, but I like to pretend that I don’t need that town for just a few days. And it’s really wet. And frigid.

Not that it’s EVER any warmer in here.

Will I ever get out of this place? The job I had applied for in Pittsburgh didn’t work out. I know, honestly (thanks for the reminder, Dusty) that I don’t really want to live there. But it’s not here. At this point, that’s all I can really hope for. Just to not be here.

I think it’s most frustrating that this is all my life goal has been reduced to for the time being…