social outcast Well I'm here in beautiful, beautiful North Carolina, sitting in my room at the Hilton after a full day at the NVOAD (Ntnl Volun. Orgs Active in Disasters) Conference. It's not too bad, I'm really glad I got to get away from RI and attend. I think the information I pick up and share with my local VOAD will be very relevant for the state. So I hope my time here is well worth it for them. Plus, it's great to hear Southern accents again! And breath that southern air. Hey, porter.

The hotel is nice. Room service makes a good reuben. I'm meeting many people but seemed to be all alone when it came time to split for the day and find dinner for yourself. Go figure. Nevertheless I told myself that I needed some time this week to also have some time to myself...something rare in RI. Time by myself there is either when I'm at work, when I'm driving, when I'm jogging, or when my rommates are being loud right outside my thin, old bedroom door--and my TV is usually on, so I'm really not that alone at all. Time to myself back in Providence is relatively nonexistant, even in all of these scenarios. All the times when I am alone walking down the street and sitting around the house...
I didn't realize that until on the flight down here yesterday. I needed to leave Rhode Island to realize what was distracting me back there.
Should I go back? I'm gonna order a reuben and mull it over.  ¶ 5/10/2006 08:07:00 PM