Significance?

I'm glad. Its summer. It seems like in the summer I cannot get down. I made a rash decision this week...like I usually do. I moved out of the fraternity house and in with David M. Stewart. Its an environment conducive to more sedate and "senile" evenings at home. The decor seems to invite it.

I would like to lay out my impetuous action, for my own understanding. I needed space. I felt like I was choking with 20 other people all around me, all the time. I was cramped in the bottom bunk--which was HOT and sticky. There was no where to sit, there was no where to be alone. No escape.

Kramer is adorable, but my general attitude was reflected in his behavior, and I knew that he detested that. He needs space, he needs time alone. I was willing to give him room to make his own decisions and be open to the benefits of making stupid mistakes. He feels I am too critical; I don't mean to be. I just have high expectations and hold him in extremely high regard. He's a great person...and it bugs me when he doesn't see that.

This space seems more permanent. Its seems more tangible and warm and receptive. I think my cramped wings and Kramer's will expand and stretch and be of more use now that we have room.

I love my father. He is the best. He patterns his life after the Celestial, and does swell at allowing us to make our own mistakes and mis-steps, while offering unconditional reassurance that everything will work out...it just takes longer when you are stupid. Long sentence--even longer thought. Its thin and stretch across my paradigm. He has created so much of my reality. I trust him, and honor and value his opinion above all else. He just knows what is really going on in the world. I respect that about him.

That's all i guess