T for "Tribute".

My jeans don't fit me anymore. They haven't done for a few months now and I still keep wearing them. I know that I've gained weight and I know that it's good, but this means I have to buy new jeans. I really don't like to buy jeans.
The thing about this is that it does annoy me a bit - even though I fit much better into my clothes now than I did before. I kinda looked like this before I started working nights in 2006 and then I turned into a hollow ghost afraid of people, but I think I'm back on track now. All I need to become my absolute perfect self is movement. Not that I don't move, but being in a "lab" for eight hours and then go home and be home for the remainder of the day isn't really very pleasant.
When me and my best friend lived with our parents and went to high school we used to run twice a week. I hate running, but the reward I got from it was worth every painful step. We used to run down to the beach a few kilometres away and when we got there we lay down on the jetty, watched the stars and heard the waves against the stones. Then we just went over our days and silly issues and problems and allowed ourselves to just drift away. That was about five years ago. Then she moved away from her parents and we didn't run anymore. I went inline-skating instead as often as I could, but then I moved away - and here I am now. This town isn't made for inline-skaters and I hate running. It's not that I pity myself here, I'm just annoyed really. I moved away from one of the most wonderful places I've ever seen to this. The ghetto. With gravel and pebbles and stones. It'll be fun to see how long it lasts.

I feel so nostalgic lately. Maybe it's because I'm finally trying to sort out my life properly and I'm "making up" with my past, or maybe it's just that I miss things. Like the moonlight picnics on top of the garage roof or the skinnydipping in the late summer evenings. I'm quite a prude normally, but I'm really fond of skinnydipping - there's something utterly relaxing and relieving about it.
Mostly I think I just miss my best friend a lot more than I admit.