The Quiet Irishman

So, I moved yesterday.  Back downtownish, east nashville.  Moving from Bellevue though I don’t think it matters, we can just settle on downtown.  So i’m hoping and trying to make this a chance to return to older better habits, one of those being bloging on a regular basis.  Also being more outgoing and not so much of a “grumpy bastard”.  So yeah, here I sit at Fido on Sunday morning drinking coffee, listening to the Shins and writing in public.  I’m gonna be that guy for a little bit.  At least until the novelty of being back in the thick of the city wears off.  The new house is good, the neighborhood I think will be good but it’s gonna take a little getting used to.  Especially coming straight outta the burbs.  Being here raises all sorts of questions about people that just got brushed under the rug out in the suburbs.  I think when everything is so homogenous, parts of you just go to sleep.  Like the parts that questions and push.  So we’ll see how this works out.  My cat is firmly entrenched under the couch and refuses to come out without someone in the room with him.  Neither he or I is convinced this is home yet…. I just can’t fit under the couch.