I’m doing my best in this situation. I really am.
I left Toronto just a few days ago. I packed for life abroad as well as I could and now my new life weighs about 50lbs. My mom and dad sent me off at the airport. It was sweet. My mom even took a selfie with me and I initiated a hug goodbye to my dad. I’ve never hugged my dad before in my entire adult life. I think this move will really help me connect with my parents. I’m going to be very mindful of keeping in touch.
This weekend was extremely hard on me. I flew into DC without much sleep. My back and my ankle had been hurting. The bolt’s are coming loose in my ankle and I think I’ve been carrying too much weight on my back. I just really want to rest… I couldn’t check in until 6pm so I killed time at the Museum of American History. I was much too tired to absorb any of the information I was reading but I tried my best to absorb the pleasantries of historical objects and an unfamiliar environment. I couldn’t stay long. I had run out emotional strength.
But I still couldn’t check in. I found myself at the bar at Farmers & Distillers to settle my hungry stomach and a have drink to put me at ease. A crossword over a martini picked me right up. Kevin, on the other side of the bar, treated me kindly. He made a makeshift steamed wetnap and treated me to a donut. He was pleasant company while I waited for time to pass.