I can’t sleep. Even when I travel.
I requested a top-floor hotel room and I was still awake every hour on the hour. I’m always waiting for the noise that will destroy my soul.
And now I’m at home and listening to whomever is upstairs banging doors and windows and shit.
It beats hearing domestic violence and kids with no toys or bedtimes. But I can’t figure out if it’s Big Giant Pussy or someone new who never sleeps, either.
I had an epiphany while I was away. I need to leave southeast Florida. I despise the people here. And instead of fighting for scraps of happiness here, I want to move to the Gulf Coast for the next year. To be amongst nice people and saner drivers.
I don’t know what that means work-wise. But I found a house I want to buy there and it would be nice to have it all. You know, for a change.
