Home
So, I’m home. Well, I’m home-ish. Home doesn’t really feel like home anymore, I have to admit. Where I once looked upon the house I live in as a spacious, slightly Spartan but comfortable home, now I just see an old house, with a garden I don’t care about in a neighbourhood that I don’t understand. The only thing it has going for it is that it has a driveway, it’s close to the trainstation, and close to where my mother lives.
I have an option on an apartment in the old western part of Amsterdam the deal on which I’ll most likely be closing this Thursday. I’ve talked about it before in this journal, so those of you that read it (semi-)regularly should know all about it by now. It’s far closer to work, closer to some of my friends and, well, it’s something new. It’s not better than the house I have now, because it comes with its own problems, like not having a place to park my car, it being smaller, and it being rather far removed from Kung Fu, but it’s going to be a change, which is welcome.
An Angry Friend
In other news, I managed to severely piss of Sam yesterday when I called her after not speaking to her in nearly three weeks. We had a falling out due to miscommunication before I left for New York, and about ten minutes into the phoneconversation yesterday it became really aparent that we weren’t quite done being angry at eachother. It sucks severely.
In case you’re interested in my side of the story, which most likely differs quite a bit from her side of the story, our falling out was due to some miscommunication the blame of which she puts squarly on my shoulders alone, telling me that “[I] just need to interpret [her] properly,” which, I think, is a little too one-sided in a case of miscommunication.
Well, she’s made a list of demands that I need to meet before things can be resolved. I really don’t know what to do with them as some of them are, well, hard as all hell to meet, and all of them put together is, once again, rather one-sided penance.
She’s always made a point to tell me that she felt like I was like family to her, and in her list of demands she made it very clear that she doesn’t consider me like that any longer. Very clearly she stated “I am not your family,” which, to me, sounds like a rather significant statement.
Perhaps I’m misunderstanding her again.
