This time last year I felt pretty alone and isolated.

The upstairs neighbors moved out, the unit to the right of me moved out and then the unit behind me moved out. I was all alone here on the corner. The little one was off on a trip I think, even if she were not though she was an hour away. I was here in a foreign city with no one, and the one person I did know well we didn’t talk except to argue over rent

This was before TROs but after ‘the phone call’ and yep I felt alone. Mind you I was not lonely, but I did feel alone.

The upstairs neighbor is likely to move out at the end of the month. It will be semi sad to watch the rental company come and get his furniture. He wasn’t a bad neighbor and who knows will replace him. I’m confident that the Universe will look out for me, it always does.

The unit behind me has now turned over 2x. I am the only one on this corner who remains still. I don’t think that will be the case at the end of this lease though. Assuming success I will need to be a little closer to Oakland and I’ve started lightly scouting where I might land. Being transparent? I am not liking most of the smallish towns I see. Whitewashed and boring they appear, and while I no longer run the streets so to speak, a semblance of night life is desired. My co workers suggest moving to – I think they call it – the valley? Tracy, Stockton, Manteca. I might could work with Stockton, but that commute yuck.

I have see a quaint little location that while it doesn’t give off the vibes of Vallejo….somehow still seems attractive. Lafayette. Its close to the current gig, it would make the commute to the possible gig ‘hella’ easy as they say in the Bay. I was at a Starbucks and had some time so I rolled through the neighborhood. I got turned around but found an adorable little street Amber Lane. I could actually see myself there. It’s a lot of house for one girl, but who knows what the future might deliver. It’s off the beaten path and most of what I saw there were 2 story, like 19 I think it was, the house that caught my attention.

But let’s not put the cart before the decisions.

Anyway, I was leaving the dumpster and headed to the mail room when I saw a familiar dog. Then I saw the owner of the dog, Alex.

Yes the same Alex who moved out a year ago. He’s back. Turns out sometimes you leave thinking it will get better only to realize you should have kept what you had and not tossed it. We chatted for a few but I was on a mission, I had a motion response to complete. He offered to cook me dinner. I think he was flirting.

Guess I’m not as unappealing as some would like me to believe. I’ve heard it said what goes around comes around. I’m good with my karma, how about you?