New Territory

I have officially moved (so long, dirty jerz). I am staying with my Grandpa in Pittsboro while my family and I wait to move into our new home in Chapel Hill. I haven't been doing much of anything. I sleep, I read, I try to write and fail, and then try again a few hours later and still manage to not come up with anything at all. It must be the weather. It's been raining ever since I got here. The cold is a pleasantry long sought after (Jersey's blistering heat wasn't much to my liking).

I've been having dreams of home.

My dreams (usually filled with zombies and the like) have now transitioned into something I can't decide is warmth to my heart or a tease. Take last night for instance. I dreamt I was with my Jersey friends at the GSP (Drew, Bryce, my beau, Ridgewoodians, etc), sipping Chai at Teavana. Well, I don't think it was Chai (I'm really going on what I typically drink). No, it had a pinkish tint. Chai tea does not have a pinkish tint. Therefore, it could not have been Chai tea. Awesome. Now that I've figured that out, on with the story! So, we were all drinking this mystery tea and talking about how delicious it was. Suddenly, we all began to talk about the past. My friend Niles and I chatted about all of our high school afternoons spent at Citizens field where we would talk about nothing in particular. After that, Drew, Bryce, Alex, Mike and I talked about our super special awesome fun times together (killer snapple bottle in NYC when we went to see Paula, late night pool parties, Streetlight, Morristown, everything). Ethan and Jeremy discussed the summer when they were camp counselors. Meghan and Andrew reminisced about amazing concerts they had been to. Then, out of nowhere, I stood up and said, "Listen, guys. This has been amazing. But I'm moving soon. All this talk of the past, well, it's downright depressing. Can't we talk about something else?". Then Niles reminded me I had already moved, that this was just an inner sub-conscious desire to remain with people and places that made me feel comfortable, that I knew inside and out. Then I woke up to the sound of rain and one of my cats nibbling on my toes.

On a different note, I started reading "Pride & Prejudice and Zombies". It's pretty awesome.

P.S: I don't get the best service at my Grandpa's house (screw you, Verizon!). So, for those of you who haven't had the best of luck reaching me, I apologize :(

Countdown to Goucher: 27 Days