There are now fewer than 4 24-hour periods of my disestablishment from Asheville. A lot of people are crying about it, most of whom are people who never bothered to be there when I was crying (that comment does not include Gloria, who has been here more than she really could).
I dropped some stuff off at the new house on Thursday and spent the night. I then spent a wonderful weekend with my wonderful Family, and that was only a 15-minute drive away from where I will be living. This allowed me to take a shower and a nap when things got too much for me. I then went back home (new) to drop off my camping stuff (no use moving it twice), said goodbye to my wonderful new housemates, and drove back to Asheville.
Tomorrow filming starts on the movie. I don’t know how many hours, but I only have scenes to be shot Monday and Tuesday. I also have a lot of packing yet to do, and a final chiroquacktor’s appointment on Wednesday, before Thursday comes along and I am free to go home.
For the rumor mills, I’m not sleeping with anyone or intending to. I have not found my soulmate, if there is such a thing. I’m maybe not looking, maybe looking a little, but at 57 it’s time to start getting over that sort of thing. If I actually have a soulmate, she’s either too young for me or already dead (or at least thinks she is one or the other). I’ve made more than enough bad decisions in my past for everyone to not believe me about this. Too bad. And of course, I’d love to be proven wrong — but for the first time in my life, I’m moving for me, not for some pretty fanny or something.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my new “landlady” to death, and she feels very much the same about me — but that has been true for at least 6 or 8 years and has yet to result in anything that could cause tongues to wag churning the rumor mill. My life is better when I’m around her, and so far hers has been the same — and we both expect it to carry over to our other housemates, who are equally enthusiastic about me coming there.
Ya know, I spend way too fucking much time explaining myself. I guess my bad press (from earlier bad decisions) has rubbed off on me and I believe a little of it. Well, it’s time to get over that. Which starts Thursday, what parts are not already underway.