11.30.12

Sometimes all you need is a kind gesture to remind you there are still gentlemen out there. They are just hiding in plain sight.

Kisses,
Seth

11.29.12

Well today marks 2 months since I left behind my beloved Minneapolis. I find myself on a daily basis daydreaming that I am back in my sky-cave off of Franklin looking at my glorious view of downtown. (Ok, you could only see two skyscrapers and the Basilica but it counts!) But alas, I am not. The reality of this social experiment gone awry is sinking in slowly. Luckily, I was able to find an 8 week course at the local community college soon after I arrived or else I would have been stalking the train routes passing through and hopping on the first one heading out of town!It's becoming almost a burden to remind myself daily that I am doing this to better myself and my future and on the grand scheme of things the time I spend now pursuing my extended education is time well spent. Had I stayed in Mpls over the next few years I wouldn't be any better off really than I was the day I left. It's sad that it has taken me to 31 to realize this and convince myself that it is all needed to move forward. I thought moving home would make it a little easier. The forever optimist in me assumed it would get better. In this situation I may be wrong. My biggest problem I faced was the moments I was alone, they shot straight through my soul and reminded me I was past gay middle age, eternally single, often with a drink in my hand, and in a crying jag listening to the theme from Love Story AGAIN on vinyl. Basically, I was a huge mess. I thought that if I were to be home I would at least not be alone and have people around me to distract my mind from the fact that I was all the above. Now, two months in I find myself stuck in this daydream...where I am in my apartment alone staring out...funny. I now dream of the moments that seem to have brought me the most pain...something to think about. Good night kiddos.

11.28.12

Ok kids! Here it goes I am venturing off of Facebook for greener pastures...the independent world of blogging! Oh wait, blogging really isn't original and people now have blogs for their pet's wedding. Welp...beats having to see pictures of babies I will never meet and people drunk in bars even I wouldn't step into...and that is saying a lot. Here's to a wonderful new journey. I hope you all have as much fun keeping up with my antics as I will interpreting them via the keyboard and hopefully photos to help keep the reading impaired entertained. XOXO, Seth