Freedomtown IC

Private to Beatriz da Costa

Hey Bea, are you single? I'm asking for a reason.

Me and Jenny are finally back from the honeymoon. I'll be back to work as soon as possible. Gotta live somehow.

I also have to find new things to watch since I've been out of Seattle Sonics games for a little while now.

HELLO HI SORRY I'M TARDY TO THE PARTY

Happy Thanksgiving, those who celebrated it. I hear it's technically not a thing here. We didn't do anything too big for it: I just made some of my patented from when everyone thought my last name was Moicelle and not Montes, meaning I should probably update the patent and I can't even go back to the Earth I came from to do just that carbonara.

Nothing too special, ultimately. It's not necessarily the food that matters, though. It's more having things to be thankful for. I'm thankful for the second chance Galador/Freedomtown/this planet-dimension-placethatIcan'tleave has afforded me. I'm thankful that I have friends here. I'm thankful that I'm getting married in less than a month and that I've only written two invitations so far..., and I'm thankful that everyone I've come across has been civil with me.

I know that's mainly regurgitating my earlier posts and all, but y'all have nooooo idea what kind of shit I had to deal with back...

...no. You know what? That's not even home anymore. This place is my home now.

I also know this whole thing is meandering, aimless, and very stream-of-conscience. I'm a couple drinks in, and I don't regret it.

Yet.

I feel like most everyone I've met's already gotten sick of me. And like I'm being overly dramatic, for whatever reason.

Maybe I should just stay locked in the apartment for a few days.

Day eighteen.

There's just not been too much to report recently, much as I hate to say it. It's weird, because while the first two weeks were pretty wild, this third week hasn't been anywhere near as wild. I'm glad for that kinda, because that means this whole situation is starting to become normalized to me. But I'd be lying if I didn't say that for example, it was kinda fun being mistaken for Jyn Erso even after my surgery.

But I want Beatriz to work here, too. I know it's not necessarily what she wants to do, but she'd have a friend here to work with. Plus that way, I can have half of my four besties with me at work. Three if Mouse drops by with her band... and Jenny would complete the set should either said friends want to come by to my apartment, or should Jenny drop by while we're all on the clock.

I dunno, I'm just kinda spitballing.

So far, I'm loving it here. It's like an insanely cool dream come to life.

I'm tired of 'adjusting' though. This place has so much to see and do... time to start experiencing it.

Who feels like showing a girl around?

Day three out of "honestly I think I should stop counting."

We know where the basic necessities are in this place from this bar now, too. All we need now is a house, really, but that might take a while if the housing market here is anything like it is back home in the United States.

I know my culture shock's wearing off when I'm saying "I'm wondering where the green-headed pyro lady went. I like her, she said she liked me, and we never caught each other's names. Heck, for that matter, what happened to Tifa and Jupiter? And Mouse?" without laughing even a tiny bit. Though, I have a bad feeling that this place is bigger than I have any real grasp upon, and not everyone is going to be as friendly as those four were. As long as none of them recognize me from wrestling then hit me with an ICBM for it, then I think we'll eventually be fine (at least fine once everything's settled and me and Jenny have a permanent roof over our heads).

Oh, and obviously me and Jenny made it to the End Zone. We have food in our stomach, and people to interact with more consistently. So thanks for that, Rachelle. I think the loopiness I was feeling from the faceplant's finally worn off. Obviously I'm still here, so yeah. This isn't a dream, this isn't a concussion-induced hallucination. This is real. This is my life now.

Lord, I'm so melodramatic...

So, I've been here for a little while now, getting adjusted to things. I gotta say, it's different being somewhere that doesn't have something trying to kill me all the time.

Is it weird that now I feel a little bored?