Wee hour thinking...

It's late and I've been drinking...milk. The ad slogan for the 80's and most of the 90's was "it does a body good." I preferred the "got milk?" days to be honest. Sorry. My mind is rattling off in a million different ways. It's about 2am and I'm sitting at the breakfast bar in Bobby's parent's house. I can't sleep. I haven't been able to sleep till almost 4am for the last few weeks.

I have a lot of things on my mind and I figure that writing about them will help. I'm still unemployed, but I continue to search for jobs. Funny thing though, as I browse the want ads I realise, I should have become a nurse or got a trucking license. Lots of demand for those professions down here. I definitely couldn't be a nurse, I'm not too fond of cleaning up after people. It's difficult with myself.

I like the nighttime; quiet. All I hear is the hum of the fridge and the ticking of the grandfather clock from the living room. An almost comforting solace, interrupted by the occasional drip from the faucet. If I look out the window from the dining area, I can see the distant lights of Las Cruces. I'm still in the city limits, but it's a neighborhood on the outskirts of town. Like a hideaway from the stresses of the world.

The drive is not always ideal though. I have to leave at least 30-45 minutes before I want to be anywhere, longer if I'm going to the other side of town. A person who lives in a metropolis is probably laughing at my statement because I know in larger cities that would be the norm. Not entirely used to it. When I live in a large city I will be fully prepared.

I've been thinking about the possibility of relocating one day. Bobby wants to go back to California or move to Boston. I wouldn't mind London. California seems possible though. Bobby is from there and I find San Francisco and Los Angeles both intriguing. LA is probably cheaper; the gas sure was when we took a road trip last September. San Fran had beautiful districts and the Golden Gate. I have to say that driving across the bridge while listening to the Full House theme song was a joy. Bobby was such a good sport for indulging me.

It's late, 2:49 in the morning now. Bobby's mom is up for a glass of milk, too. It must be that time of night. I finished another application and now I'm off to bed. Sweet dreams and happy thoughts.