I just spent my first night in my new apartment. Boxes are everywhere, I’m sleeping on the floor (Hey, I sold all my stuff.), but the all important stereo is hooked up though. I gotta say it was a little strange to spend my first night alone in my new place. There was one word for it… lonely. I was all alone. The rush of the day had expired. The excitement had temporarily subsided. My mind was numb with exhaustion but still wandering so I laid there on the floor not able to rest right away. The reality of me not being in Tampa surrounded by friends, by memories, anymore started to seep in. The fear of starting a new life in a new place with only 1 friend and girlfriend near as opposed to the multitude I have back in Tampa began to make me feel lonely. Don’t worry the excitement will come back tomorrow but for now, I’ll just close my eyes.