I got a text from Peter last night saying “am probably leaving tomorrow a.m.” I knew he was going. I knew he was all packed up. I knew he tried to give me his Ikea bookshelves. But when I got a second text this morning “Peter is riding off into the east! Sayonara CA” I was still surprised. He never got a local phone number. Never even changed his New Jersey license plates, but I am still in disbelief. He came here, we were close for about a second, and then he left.
So, bye P-tron. I’m sorry that we didn’t work out like I thought we might. But true to form, I didn’t know you when I thought I knew you and got in over my head before I knew if I was jumping into jello or diet coke. Then after all that effort and expectation, I couldn’t just admit that I was so utterly wrong, and we still kept in touch. Sort of, anyway. But I didn’t know what to say when you couldn’t find a job or when you couldn’t decide where to live or when you started making plans around your newly found dog. And I got busy and caught up in new people and new things. So, I dunno. It’s a little sad that you’re off now.
Good luck back there. I hope the next round of adventure is better for you than this one was. And thanks for stopping by.