Eras
I sit here in my new room of my new apartment. I made the subject of this post eras, because as one comes to a sad yet finalizing close, a new one begins. one with many opportunities abroad. A new fresh start--well, with rmnants of the last era, but all eras do that. they leave some sort of stain or impression into the next.
My parents are laeving this place that i came to almost 15 years ago. For the last time i entered into that house. for the last time i had dinner there,in the kitchen that i built with my father, and smoked a cigarette in the shed that I built with my father. I stood on the deck that i once built. So much blood sweat and tear went into that place. and for what? aalmost $200,000? No. i refuse to believe that. perhaps now i realize all those things that people said "you'll thank them when you're older.". perhaps.
I haven't seen many of my old friends in a while. Even scott sadly stopped hanging out with us, and every time i went to his house, he was gone. But new friends i have made. many will only last a few years due to the nature of my work. and in a way that has been the story of my friends for a long time. I move somewhere new, make friends and then move again. Repeat. I got to a new school, make friends and then repeat. Now it's, go to a new duty station, make friends, repeat. On to the next era we go.
My parents have given me so many things that once were theirs. and many of THOSE things were given to them. passed down. and perhaps, i can pass it down to someone myself, the good lord willing. As for me. since i dont see my friends anymore, i have no reason to go to or past 324 Bethune Drive anymore. And after today, no reason to go to 426 Shelter drive. As i stood in the empty rooms of my parents house, i recalled old memories. good and bad. some i have forgotten to time and the winds. but many still remain. And as i stood in the old apartment with a roller in my hand it was as though i was painting away all of the memories in there. How did that stain get there? when did we put THAT hole in the wall. then i realize that i wasnt there for about 5 months that i was on the lease. so who knows.
I have 2 computers, a car an various other belongings. and i finally paid off some of my outstanding bills. and that alone is outstanding.
Poor rocket. stupid doggie. He had given me some good times when i was a child. and now as a full grown man....i recall them. he knows not the challenges that face him in the years to come. sitting in the back of a truck for hours, and then being cooped up in a small trailer. for him, and my parents, it starts a new era.
And how does this work. this is the first time that i wont be able to just go to my parents house or call them up if i need somthing. or if i just want to say hello. the first time i am challenged with life with almost no help. ouivey.
And so i look forward to the next era. I wish the best for all in this new life that we are faced with. my parents, rocket, my sister. Me. Scott. Steven, Richie, Timmy, Alex and his new wife. Everyone.
And sadness ensued.
My parents are laeving this place that i came to almost 15 years ago. For the last time i entered into that house. for the last time i had dinner there,in the kitchen that i built with my father, and smoked a cigarette in the shed that I built with my father. I stood on the deck that i once built. So much blood sweat and tear went into that place. and for what? aalmost $200,000? No. i refuse to believe that. perhaps now i realize all those things that people said "you'll thank them when you're older.". perhaps.
I haven't seen many of my old friends in a while. Even scott sadly stopped hanging out with us, and every time i went to his house, he was gone. But new friends i have made. many will only last a few years due to the nature of my work. and in a way that has been the story of my friends for a long time. I move somewhere new, make friends and then move again. Repeat. I got to a new school, make friends and then repeat. Now it's, go to a new duty station, make friends, repeat. On to the next era we go.
My parents have given me so many things that once were theirs. and many of THOSE things were given to them. passed down. and perhaps, i can pass it down to someone myself, the good lord willing. As for me. since i dont see my friends anymore, i have no reason to go to or past 324 Bethune Drive anymore. And after today, no reason to go to 426 Shelter drive. As i stood in the empty rooms of my parents house, i recalled old memories. good and bad. some i have forgotten to time and the winds. but many still remain. And as i stood in the old apartment with a roller in my hand it was as though i was painting away all of the memories in there. How did that stain get there? when did we put THAT hole in the wall. then i realize that i wasnt there for about 5 months that i was on the lease. so who knows.
I have 2 computers, a car an various other belongings. and i finally paid off some of my outstanding bills. and that alone is outstanding.
Poor rocket. stupid doggie. He had given me some good times when i was a child. and now as a full grown man....i recall them. he knows not the challenges that face him in the years to come. sitting in the back of a truck for hours, and then being cooped up in a small trailer. for him, and my parents, it starts a new era.
And how does this work. this is the first time that i wont be able to just go to my parents house or call them up if i need somthing. or if i just want to say hello. the first time i am challenged with life with almost no help. ouivey.
And so i look forward to the next era. I wish the best for all in this new life that we are faced with. my parents, rocket, my sister. Me. Scott. Steven, Richie, Timmy, Alex and his new wife. Everyone.
And sadness ensued.