I'm sitting in a very familiar chair. I'm facing the coffee and the glass doors to Market Street, watching the cars go by. I'm using the internet of this local coffeeshop, because my new house is still without the aid of such modern technology. I'm starting over. Jeff 2.0 is being unveiled, and it is entirely exciting and painful for me. Within 24 hours of each other, I bought a new car (yes, I now have functional windshield wipers and a working transmission) and moved. My new house has air conditioning, doors that close, a sweet bathroom floor. It does not have the same roommate makeup, and the difference is very distinct.

It's dark and the sun has set but it's still light enough to see the silhouettes of the cars rushing around Market Street. Driving in my new car with the windows down, the air felt refreshingly crisp and cool, like autumn is in the batter's box. I'm reminded of where we were last year, where I am now, and God only knows where I'll be in one year from today.

One day these posts won't be so reflective and mopey. I am not mopey. Just constantly reflective.

Until next time.