The happy place

I’m in a car with two dogs strapped to myself in the special dog buckle safety seat thing even though we are at the parking lot in this cool evening, when it’s not clear whether the sun or the moon is shining behind the gray clouds.

Indeed.

The low sound of traffic is the only thing to be heard when the black dog is barking at things he sees.

I went to a pizzeria I’ve not been to for seven years today. It was the same man behind the counter; a fit looking handsome fellow whose thin waistline I think is remarkable for someone in his line of work. He looked exactly the same except now he wore glasses.

Then at the park we met a friend from before, from when we lived here. She looked exactly the same except this time the toddler she was with was a new one, the fifth and not the fourth.

I think if we would’ve lived here still, we would’ve been close friends, but it’s all chance, it’s so random, you know? Who I would’ve been then, because

I feel it clearly that us moving and beginning this new life clearly marks one of these branches which changes the life sufficiently.

I’m still myself inside, but I am not so fit, i don’t even train four to five times a week anymore, I have skills now, can build and fix things

And I’ve not even got the same interests

And I’ve been opening up some of these parts of myself I’m not proud of, and have taken a good look. That’s one of the reasons I think I’ve grown a bit more fat and melancholic. even so, I’m better off.

And there are still too much stuff in mother In law’s apartment, only this time I found it very charming. Almost.

Finally, finally, on seeing me, these people probably think, and would say, that I look the same

But I’ve got glasses now.