..we got back from CT
last night around 11pm, spent four more hours on the net. Today, went to Port Jefferson, a little seaside town here in Long Island. Found a coffee
bar called Tiger Lily
, reminded me of Insomnia
, back in Florida. Alot. Hung out for a bit, then continued exploring.
I feel so lost here in a way in Long Island
. I mean, I'm back HOME, in New England
. Yet I feel like a foriegner. When I arrived in Palm Harbor
, two years ago, I knew I was an outsider, and acted thus. The defensiveness I held blunted
the reactions I recieved as a crazy northern transplant
. Now that I'm "home
" I have no such armor. And I don't want it.
I guess the problem
is that when was down there, almost right off the bat, I found myself in a "circle
". I do like being alone
for it, but now that I have it (have nothing), I'm left wanting
"So go out and make friends
Sure. I don't want new friends. Just more to lose
. But that's not how life works, and we all know that.
Doesn't make it any easier.