I had kept the Big Man busy with a whole lot of request and He picked one, ran with it, and dropped the news on me just a few days ago. The job market woe was put on pause for a bit of good news. Problem is, I'm just comfortable. I came back with intentions of leaving as soon as I could, but came to a point where I was comfortable. I was comfortable surrounding myself with my family, even if it meant taking on the problems. I was comfortable being with two old high school friends, years later, trying to find ourselves in the happy medium dividing reckless and responsible. But trading my comfort in for a pair of walking boots is somehow exactly what I need.
Life has proved to be a search for security. I want the blanket. And I will move ANYWHERE to find it. But now that I've found it, I have to let it go.
So if you are reading, Big Guy, thanks. You know how I like to keep it interesting.
© blake jackson
I dunno if I didn't read enough of your writing in high school or if the intervening years have just faded my memory, but damn Blake, you can *write*.
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