name: sam loftgren age: 28 birthday: november 4th, 1994  neighborhood: fishtown occupation: dispensary associate at beyond/hello
tw: death (incl. parental death), car accident
QUICK STATS
zodiac: scorpio â | scorpio â˝ | sagittarius âś Â mbti: isfp enneagram: 9 alignment: neutral good element: water
BIOÂ tw: death (incl. parental death), car accident
Sam was born to teen parents in Paudcah, KY. A high school couple who were ill prepared for him. He doesnât remember much about his father, just the few pictures his mom hadnât gotten rid of, or the sense memory of cigarettes and car exhaust.
When it came to his childhood, Sam didnât feel a loss. He was happy with it just being him and his mom, and the nights he was watched by his grandparents while she had to work her second job.
The two packed up and moved when Sam was 11, moving to St. Louis, MO for a job his mom had gotten, one that had meant they were comfortable, that she wouldnât have to work a second job, that, in her words, they could âbe a proper familyâ.
The dream of peace was short-lived, his mother lost her job two years later, and they moved back to Paducah to live with his grandparents until his mom was back on her feet again.
His mom got a job in Lansing, MI when Sam was 15, and the two once again packed up their car and moved with a promise that this was the last stop.
But, this time, the next move came faster than any before. Sam came home and found his mom already packing, the word of Philadelphia and a promise that the transfer was permanent, that this time they would really be settled.
Philadelphia, however disappointed at the news of the move that Sam was, was a place he took to quickly, and deeply. An immediate connection to the city that heâd not really felt anywhere else.
When his mom died, a nearly 18 year old Sam didnât know how to process. His grandparents came down to stay with him and help him pack up the house. Despite his best effort to argue to stay in Philadelphia to finish out his senior year, he found himself back in Paducah for the last semester and a half.
Graduation was a hurdle he stumbled to get over. His grades had taken a hit, and heâd turned inward, hardly speaking to anyone outside of texts with his friends back in Philadelphia
But, as soon as heâd gotten his diploma he packed his things, and moved back to Philadelphia, taking the first job he found, and a roommate on CraigsList.
Sam and a friend were in a car wreck the following summer. Another car hit the driverâs side. Sam woke up in the hospital, a few broken bones, and a concussion but nothing much more serious. However, his friend, who had been driving, did not survive.
Sam sought some hand in the grief, feeling disconnected from even his other closest friends at the time, and found an online support group. A simple forum that gave him an outlet, a connection to others who were in his same boat.
It felt silly at first, little check-ins from everyone in the forum filled with mutual grief and the responding scripted votes of support. And no one that he truly felt a connection with past the mutual hollow repetitions of âyouâre doing your best!â âone day at a timeâ.
A couple of months passed before Lena had joined the group. The first time that Sam had really felt a connection to anyone in the group. Someone who seemed to have a real understanding of where he was, and who he understood on a level that made the forum finally click
What started as just responses to each other and brief messages turned to IMs, eventually to texts, and eventually, calls.
The friendship had been a turning point, the thing that got Sam out of the isolation. A dependent friendship of sad souls who helped drag each other out of the mud, that turned into something a little lighter and real friendship the longer they kept it up.
Eight years of friendship over phone calls and continued texts had touched on visits, finally actually meeting and just getting some final piece of a puzzle of assurance, though, neither seemed to stick their guns on it, Sam never really getting the time off or enough money outside of working
CONNECTION IDEAS
friends (literally any and all kinds: best friends, high school friends, drinking buddies, smoking buddies, etc etc)
roommate(s)Â
coworkers (or former coworkers, samâs floated around jobs a bunch)
literally anything else, bbys












