June 3rd.

For the first time this year the weather was nice. Like actually nice. Not one of those fake days where the sun is out but it's still cold and crappy. It was warm, the first hints of a long summer hopefully. The weather wasn't the only thing nice about today. When I was walking to the store I saw her again. At least I think it was her, she was walking fast and I could only see her for an instant. It was hard to tell after all this time. God what has it been eight years? Nine? I should have said something. She probably wouldn't have recognized me anyway, she looked different and I am sure I do too. Oh well, she was going to the bus stop so maybe I'll see her again. who knows?

To top it all off I finally heard back about that job. There is still the interview and everything so I might not get it. After all this time it's just really hard not to get excited!

June 8th.

I'd been thinking about this job the last couple of days. I can't get it out of my head, almost to the point of losing sleep. At first it was hard to understand. It's not like this job paid well and even if it did the money didn't matter. Hell, if the market keeps up I can probably live on interest for the next decade. This job was something to do and it came with sense of purpose. There's this dream I had last night where these kids, teenagers maybe, are throwing rocks. They're trying to break the windows in this abandon building. Before they can though I start yelling and they run off. Sure, it's silly, but it made me feel like a God damn hero.

Take the bus to the job interview
Walk to the job interview