I am thinking about my move
My time here in Seattle is about finished. Last night was a duzy, but hey, at least I finally got to try Chartreuse. It was yummy. This is the time in my life where things can either go up, or down. It's been such a mix of both lately that I almost feel like I am on a rollercoaster. Twisting and turning, cornering, speeding out of my control. At least every rollercoaster is on a track. Twice have I been forced to move because of a partners infidelity, and twice because I refuse to live in a tainted, memory slewn city. I have to say goodbye to my friends, some of which I will never see again. Sadly love will be one that is left behind for a while. If I could pack him up and pull him out when I need him, well that would just be a very one sided selfish thing to do. So I won't. I'll be going away, and I will try to remain his friend to the day we see each other again.
On the brighter side of things. I really look forward to Denver. The skiing, the fresh start, and all the fucking sunlight one can absorb. No more anti social, aghoraphobic, non-productive, life sucking 8 months of a fucking raincloud. Though Denver can get pretty cold. Its only a start of my migration to Santa Cruz where ultimately, hopefully, I will end up in my life. There is just no beating the ocean with a california sun on your back. I guess some would say the same for Maui, but I am being "living" realistic.
In Denver I will be able to afford a bigger place than the one I am in now, and it will even have a yard! Trampoline goes up. Roomate ruling against it or not. I will be starting my 4 year degree a month after I move there, and without friends, I am sure I can devote a lot of my time to learning Japanese. At least until I start to make more friends. I hope the REAL kind pop up. Those are the ones that are far and few in between. The kind I am so sadly going to say goodbye to here. Things will get better. They always do.
On the brighter side of things. I really look forward to Denver. The skiing, the fresh start, and all the fucking sunlight one can absorb. No more anti social, aghoraphobic, non-productive, life sucking 8 months of a fucking raincloud. Though Denver can get pretty cold. Its only a start of my migration to Santa Cruz where ultimately, hopefully, I will end up in my life. There is just no beating the ocean with a california sun on your back. I guess some would say the same for Maui, but I am being "living" realistic.
In Denver I will be able to afford a bigger place than the one I am in now, and it will even have a yard! Trampoline goes up. Roomate ruling against it or not. I will be starting my 4 year degree a month after I move there, and without friends, I am sure I can devote a lot of my time to learning Japanese. At least until I start to make more friends. I hope the REAL kind pop up. Those are the ones that are far and few in between. The kind I am so sadly going to say goodbye to here. Things will get better. They always do.