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100moods: Lonely
August 2005
It had been two weeks since his move to Seattle, and Will had never felt more homesick in his life. The new job was going all right, everyone seemed nice enough, but he didn't feel as if he belonged here. He had an assistant who seemed to have a good head on her shoulders despite the fact that she had taken it on herself to help Will with his social life. Now, sitting in front of the television with his Healthy Choice frozen dinner on a TV tray, he wondered if he should have taken her up on it. That thought disappeared as quickly as it had entered his head.
The truth of it was that Will didn't want to be social. He didn't want to put down any real roots here. This wasn't his home. His home was in Hartford with Mom and Peter, and he hated that he had ever thought starting a new life on the other side of the country was a good idea. There was nothing familiar here, he had no friends and didn't even know anyone besides the people at work.
Glancing at the phone, Will considered calling Pete just to say hi, but he'd promised himself he wouldn't wimp out and call his friend just because he was feeling down. He wanted Peter to have a life of his own and not worry about him all the time. But it was hard not to pick up the phone and dial. He just wanted to go home.
He got up and took his uneaten dinner into the kitchen, dumped it into the trash, and picked up the bottle of scotch on the counter. Not bothering with a glass, he uncapped it and took a long swallow. It felt good going down and when it settled in his belly, warm and comforting, he began to feel a little better. He took the bottle with him when he went to sit down on the couch to watch TV. It didn't matter what was on, and the more he drank, the less anything seemed to matter.
Maybe tomorrow would be better.
100Moods Table
It had been two weeks since his move to Seattle, and Will had never felt more homesick in his life. The new job was going all right, everyone seemed nice enough, but he didn't feel as if he belonged here. He had an assistant who seemed to have a good head on her shoulders despite the fact that she had taken it on herself to help Will with his social life. Now, sitting in front of the television with his Healthy Choice frozen dinner on a TV tray, he wondered if he should have taken her up on it. That thought disappeared as quickly as it had entered his head.
The truth of it was that Will didn't want to be social. He didn't want to put down any real roots here. This wasn't his home. His home was in Hartford with Mom and Peter, and he hated that he had ever thought starting a new life on the other side of the country was a good idea. There was nothing familiar here, he had no friends and didn't even know anyone besides the people at work.
Glancing at the phone, Will considered calling Pete just to say hi, but he'd promised himself he wouldn't wimp out and call his friend just because he was feeling down. He wanted Peter to have a life of his own and not worry about him all the time. But it was hard not to pick up the phone and dial. He just wanted to go home.
He got up and took his uneaten dinner into the kitchen, dumped it into the trash, and picked up the bottle of scotch on the counter. Not bothering with a glass, he uncapped it and took a long swallow. It felt good going down and when it settled in his belly, warm and comforting, he began to feel a little better. He took the bottle with him when he went to sit down on the couch to watch TV. It didn't matter what was on, and the more he drank, the less anything seemed to matter.
Maybe tomorrow would be better.
100Moods Table