The HoneyMoon is Over
The honeymoon is over. Bubba is in Laguna Beach with her boyfriend and I am alone in Santa Monica.
I love it here.
The realization that the enjoyment of my road adventure must be a solo one loomed dreadfully in the distance and came down with a crash the past week or so. Words were said, tears shed, and now I'm alone in this hotel bed... partying like a rockstar, watching the sunset, exploring the mountains and the sea, conversing with street loonies, but fucking dammit I'm tired of being lonely! I thought this experience, this adventure, was one I'd finally share with someone. We wade together through the shit, sharing negativity, and feel the need for space during any periods of potential happiness.
It certainly doesn't help that my wallet is gone; lost to the sand - or somebody's hand - in the midst of a Venice Beach sunset celebration. She's bailed me out too often, now. We're both angry and I'm indebted. Shit.
I love Santa Monica.
I love it here.
The realization that the enjoyment of my road adventure must be a solo one loomed dreadfully in the distance and came down with a crash the past week or so. Words were said, tears shed, and now I'm alone in this hotel bed... partying like a rockstar, watching the sunset, exploring the mountains and the sea, conversing with street loonies, but fucking dammit I'm tired of being lonely! I thought this experience, this adventure, was one I'd finally share with someone. We wade together through the shit, sharing negativity, and feel the need for space during any periods of potential happiness.
It certainly doesn't help that my wallet is gone; lost to the sand - or somebody's hand - in the midst of a Venice Beach sunset celebration. She's bailed me out too often, now. We're both angry and I'm indebted. Shit.
I love Santa Monica.
posted by Lindsay at 11:59 PM
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