Hey! I haven't had my first midlife crisis yet!
Ok, the really short version of the story is that I used to live with the family of one of my very good friends. Basically I'm like one of the family. Now, everyone went their separate ways -- one to the Navy, one to college, and the matron moved out to Arizona for her own reasons.
She invited me to come along, and I would have jumped at the chance then (I really hate this small town I'm living in) except that my very best friend was in prison at the time, and had a couple of years of probation following his release. There was no way I was leaving town without him; he hates this place as much as I do, and as I said he's my best friend, my "hetero life-mate" if you will.
Well, I've been biding my time, planning on moving out of this town just as soon as my buddy's probation ended (which it has; I'm so proud) and neither of us has ever been out that far west. Actually, that's not quite true; I was born in Arizona but left it while I was too young to remember, in my first year of life.
Anyways...
No midlife crisis. I'm just looking for a change of scenery, an adventure. I've discarded the old muddied roadmap of my life and am embarking on a new course, uncertain of where it will lead but what the hell.
