not quite here

I've been back in the States for nearly a week now and everything around me still seems a bit unreal. Oh, work is about the same with its unique form of glacial change. I guess that some people would refer to that as security, but more often than not it feels like living death to me or at the very least stagnation. Absolutely nothing changed there since I left. None of that really matters though since most of the time my mind is still on the past two weeks in Australia. Every time that I tell someone new about what I did and saw there, I want to go back.

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Well, I now have a new refrigerator. It was delivered this morning by a grown man whose name was Porky. Yes, I said Porky. Not only was it embroidered on his shirt, but he also answered to it. Somehow I doubt that it was a nickname used in a Weezer college band ironic sense. Nice guy though and a real talker.

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Looking back a year ago I see that I met Ann for the very first time on this date. Now here I am a year later and she is probably the person that I get along the best with at work. I don't think that I could have possibly guessed that that would happen at the time. In some ways I was almost indifferent to her. I can't say that now.

Even though we are not romantically involved we do still have a relationship of sorts. I feed her and she feeds me. I listen to her crazy stories and give her a neck rub. It seems that no one else did that for her while I was away.

Fear not. We will never and I stress the word never be involved. I am definitely not her type and from what I can gather her emotions are being focused on someone who lives in Seattle.

One thing that I wrote about her a year ago still holds true. Despite all of her personal problems or maybe because of them she still strikes me as being very young.

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I have to laugh. I started out talking about how little work has changed and ended up talking about Ann and I. In some ways the two subjects are related, but they couldn't be more different. Our odd relationship is anything but static. A year ago she was a complete stranger to me and now I talk with her more than anyone else at work. Somewhere along the way she became more and more important to me.

 
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