Its early in the second month of twenty fifteen and I'm sitting in a new apartment surround by snow. We here in the Boston area are now enduring our fourth major snowfall in the last 17 days. This one is not a blizzard by definition, but its adding to the four feet already on the ground. As the news plays in the background, I hear the problems mounting, roofs collapsing, the T breaking down due to frozen power lines and now shutting down for the day tomorrow, un-passable streets and sidewalks with nowhere to put the piles. I've made it into work only to be told we need to close for the second time in as many weeks. I'm getting tired of wasting my time on treacherous commutes, only to have to turn around and do it again, and with the roads being even worse.
That's RT 95 by the way
So here I sit, typing away in place I haven't been in a while. I have attempted to date some, only to be disappointed. I can say that I am very picky at this point. I did sign up for one of those free online sites, all I seem to do is just look though. I get emails, but don't answer any. I'm still comfortable in my silence and seclusion, most of the time at least. I still have my core group of friends that helps keep me sane, and of course, my time with my daughter is treasured the most.
I wonder if my time away from here has been to not remind me of what I'm missing out on, sexually at least. Single life is not at all like you'd see in the movies, at least in my case. Its a very quiet existence for me. That is not to say I wouldn't like to find the right person to share it with, in time it seems.
