Knocks the Dust off.
So.
Today I'm 32 years old.
In two years time, I've rebuilt a life in ruin, found a new home, made more friends, and have found a wonderful woman whom I love dearly.
I've become a man of fewer words, written at least. I no longer really feel the need to chronicle my life like I used to, as most of what I did write about was whining and self pity. And I no longer really need to whine, or pity myself. heh.
I've gotten used to my own personal limitations, but at the same time I'm always looking for ways to improve.
The next step seems to be planning for the future, and building that future one brick at a time. I have to say, that I actually do look forward to it now, moreso than I have in a long time.
It still makes me feel weird to own a lot of things, or buy a lot of new things, even though I really do have the money to most of the time. I wish I could say that the struggle helped me grow as a person, but really I feel more like it's simply been a pause in my life.
Of all the things I've left behind in my old life, the only thing I ever miss with regularity are my friends and my books. Thankfully both can be seen with the right amount of shipping. lol.
I've flown more in the last year than I have the entire span of my life. Thinking back on that trip up here, barely 11 months ago, I can only remember it vaguely, like the passage through a storm tossed sea. Mostly I was worried about some item packed into my car shifting at just the right moment and dying in a fiery crash. heh.
The main things I take with me moving forward, are knowing that the road to this moment, and the ones beyond it was a necessary road. It was far from easy, and more than once tragic. I'm glad for that road now, because of what my life has become.
Today I'm 32 years old.
In two years time, I've rebuilt a life in ruin, found a new home, made more friends, and have found a wonderful woman whom I love dearly.
I've become a man of fewer words, written at least. I no longer really feel the need to chronicle my life like I used to, as most of what I did write about was whining and self pity. And I no longer really need to whine, or pity myself. heh.
I've gotten used to my own personal limitations, but at the same time I'm always looking for ways to improve.
The next step seems to be planning for the future, and building that future one brick at a time. I have to say, that I actually do look forward to it now, moreso than I have in a long time.
It still makes me feel weird to own a lot of things, or buy a lot of new things, even though I really do have the money to most of the time. I wish I could say that the struggle helped me grow as a person, but really I feel more like it's simply been a pause in my life.
Of all the things I've left behind in my old life, the only thing I ever miss with regularity are my friends and my books. Thankfully both can be seen with the right amount of shipping. lol.
I've flown more in the last year than I have the entire span of my life. Thinking back on that trip up here, barely 11 months ago, I can only remember it vaguely, like the passage through a storm tossed sea. Mostly I was worried about some item packed into my car shifting at just the right moment and dying in a fiery crash. heh.
The main things I take with me moving forward, are knowing that the road to this moment, and the ones beyond it was a necessary road. It was far from easy, and more than once tragic. I'm glad for that road now, because of what my life has become.