Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy

I think it's time to make a brief note about life. So much has changed and I look back on those posts from a year ago and barely recognize myself. I guess it works like that, one chapter ends and so on and so forth. It's hard to say these things without sounding like the background commentary on a sitcom about my reflections. But now it's all good.

I am dating Mike Robertson, we've been together for a while now, living together since September or so. We have a room mate who, although he lives in Seattle/Portland/San Diego/Las Vegas/Reno, will still be considered part of the household. Who ever thought I'd be close to a born again Christian ex-baseball player who scouts for the majors, blond hair and blue eyes. But Mike is the big part of that equation. People ask me what he does for a living, I say saves the environment one EA at a time. I bake cakes and seat people for dinner, he tells Big Business and the government, sorry dudes, can't build here- that's a coastal preserve. He's so smart it's scary, but he likes when I ham it up for him. He gets a real kick out of seeing Shannon and me together. He's so cute with his black squarish hipster glasses and plaid shirts. He's growing a mustache now, we'll see how long it lasts. No tattoos, no piercings, my mom loves him. My grammy loves him. Nancy is a big fan. I can't go a day without him. Oh and Shannon, oh shannon. That's my road dog. Have you ever met someone more talented and driven and gorgeous in your whole life? When we get together our voices sound like typewriters tied to alarm clocks. I still have Dustin, although we're really far away and our schedules rarely link up. Soon I will see him again and I'll feel the familiar happiness of just hangin' with the one who saved me. Shannon has Kati Vaughn, I have Dustin Griffin. That guy saw me through all of the crazy that was San Antonio and let me be me. Even when it was scary and ugly and highly intoxicated. I'm going back to school in the fall, after taking the summer off to go to Japan. Oh there will be stories to tell. And I think I'm finally ready to do it all over again.