Tomorrow, my friends return from their two week hiatus and I get to go home. It is strangely a neutral event. Today is cleaning today. It is also the day I get to assess my life, or 'Pull a Ted Mosby'. I have seen way too many episodes of How I Met Your Mother this week. It helped with the loneliness of that house. I just finished watching, 'Jeff, Who Lives at Home', which, even by itself, can only lead to genuine introspection.
Some of the general details of my life will help with understanding how I'm 'Pulling a Ted Mosby'. I'm single, 33, living at home with my mom (it is much worse than it sounds), and difficult to understand. Most of my friends aren't my friends, but that is because they are all married. I have two single friends who are brother and sister, but they are both in their early 20's and doing early 20's things.
Here I am, in someone else's house, in someone else's life, wondering where all of this is leading. I know how I got here. I know why I wound up here as well. The Next Step is being taken, I just really need it to take me from where I am to where I want to be, happy. Happiness is as much of a location as it is an emotion.
My lack of reason for getting up in the morning was thwarted today. I was granted the privilege of picking up a cake at a bakery 20 miles away from the house I'm watching. At the early hour of 10 a.m., I jumped in the car and made that trip. I don't really care about having done it. What bothers me is that I don't get any cake (no, my name is not Milton). The cake is for my mother's all-women motorcycle group's 4 year anniversary. Yes, almost all of the women are lesbians and I bet the title makes sense now.
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