Life Reboot
29 is shaping up to be an interesting, strange year for me.
I am moving in with a boy I seem to grow fonder with each passing day. I'm not a fan of dropping the L word... but I am quickly figuring out that I miss him when I am away or he is away and my heart still beats quickly when he kisses me. I can say that I've never done this before. I am scared and excited. I am thinking about moving far away with said boy. Scarytown.
Bellingham was big city when I moved here ten years ago. Seattle is still intimidating, but much less so each time I visit. Work alternates between love and hate. Friendship is at all time high and low. It's a strange thing.
As I am unpacking boxes I've hauled around with me for years, I am unloading all but the necessities. Books and other misc. articles will be relocated to storage until said maybe move with boy. I am finding that everything I have is attached to a time or person in my life. Some still present, but perhaps filling a different role. As my apartment empties out, I am falling in love with it all over again. I am remembering why I was so excited to move in, the late night, the tasty and not so tasty beer, the people who have passed through these doors. And soon, I shall pass through them too.
I can't help but marvel at how different things are in the moment versus the aftermath. Things that were once embittered with baggage are looked upon with an odd fondness. Some happy times have more of a twinge of the bitter than the sweet. Ah, awkward life.
I am finding old cds, and music is so intensely tied with past emotion. What soundtrack will I chose for this time of remembering and change?
Right now, my current favorites are flaming lips, the cure, and frank black (and always the pixies). I'm remembering my life as it was. Soon to celebrate life as it is.
In other news, my body is being quite the douche bag. My allergies will not let up, I'm on my second specialist and I spend more time sneezing or weezing than breathing. The upside is that the hives are gone, so perhaps my diet change is to thank for this...
I had a procedure that I hope went well, but it seemed to uncover a new, different condition. I went in for an ultrasound on Friday. The tech instantly bonded with my boy (who was kind enough to go in support and also just graduated with a health-care related degree) and probably over-shared. Thus creating undue panic and mayhem. I won't know anything until Monday or Tuesday as to what the findings really indicate, but I am sure that it will result in more poking and prodding. However, unlike typical Jessica behavior, I panicked, then pouted, then felt okay and now I am focused on packing...
...well, as much as I can (I promised myself a little break because it is hot).
Anyhow, I am very much thinking about all my friends and loving them very much. Thank you all for the wonderful times past, present and future!
j.
I am moving in with a boy I seem to grow fonder with each passing day. I'm not a fan of dropping the L word... but I am quickly figuring out that I miss him when I am away or he is away and my heart still beats quickly when he kisses me. I can say that I've never done this before. I am scared and excited. I am thinking about moving far away with said boy. Scarytown.
Bellingham was big city when I moved here ten years ago. Seattle is still intimidating, but much less so each time I visit. Work alternates between love and hate. Friendship is at all time high and low. It's a strange thing.
As I am unpacking boxes I've hauled around with me for years, I am unloading all but the necessities. Books and other misc. articles will be relocated to storage until said maybe move with boy. I am finding that everything I have is attached to a time or person in my life. Some still present, but perhaps filling a different role. As my apartment empties out, I am falling in love with it all over again. I am remembering why I was so excited to move in, the late night, the tasty and not so tasty beer, the people who have passed through these doors. And soon, I shall pass through them too.
I can't help but marvel at how different things are in the moment versus the aftermath. Things that were once embittered with baggage are looked upon with an odd fondness. Some happy times have more of a twinge of the bitter than the sweet. Ah, awkward life.
I am finding old cds, and music is so intensely tied with past emotion. What soundtrack will I chose for this time of remembering and change?
Right now, my current favorites are flaming lips, the cure, and frank black (and always the pixies). I'm remembering my life as it was. Soon to celebrate life as it is.
In other news, my body is being quite the douche bag. My allergies will not let up, I'm on my second specialist and I spend more time sneezing or weezing than breathing. The upside is that the hives are gone, so perhaps my diet change is to thank for this...
I had a procedure that I hope went well, but it seemed to uncover a new, different condition. I went in for an ultrasound on Friday. The tech instantly bonded with my boy (who was kind enough to go in support and also just graduated with a health-care related degree) and probably over-shared. Thus creating undue panic and mayhem. I won't know anything until Monday or Tuesday as to what the findings really indicate, but I am sure that it will result in more poking and prodding. However, unlike typical Jessica behavior, I panicked, then pouted, then felt okay and now I am focused on packing...
...well, as much as I can (I promised myself a little break because it is hot).
Anyhow, I am very much thinking about all my friends and loving them very much. Thank you all for the wonderful times past, present and future!
j.