I’m sitting in a Lou Malnatis in Chicago, waiting on pizza and salad. Yesterday, I took a bus from Ohio to here to see The Hold Steady play a tiny show. I went back to my hotel around 3am, covered in sweat and glitter.
It’s finally come to me. The lesson I’ve been learning this year. Or really, since I broke it off with A.
I’m doing all of these things alone. And I’m ok being alone.
It’s a great thing.
The thing I miss most about living on my own is the sex I used to have. It was loud. Decadent. Frequent. Fun.
I have to get my own place again, have one more fun year before it’s too late.