The transistor radio is playing a baseball game between The Kansas City Royals and The Philadelphia Phillies.
We are only half-listening to the game. Instead, we are talking and laughing about the most random things imaginable.
Is this really my life now?
Last year, I was living on the East Coast in a charming walk up apartment which felt like an abandoned nest of faded dreams and unrealized potential.
Where's the drama, tears, and feelings of abject relationship failure? Is it possible that I am no longer pining for the life that I thought I was supposed to have but, never seemed to quite pan out?
I don't really have answers to any of above-mentioned questions because I am too focused on the overall lightness of my spirit.
A couple of hours later, cool breezes, and a storm darkened sky brings our date to an early close.
Driving back to my apartment, I am struck (in a good way) by the contented turn that my life has taken over these past 8 months.