A dozen years,
I can't believe it's been this long. Mainly because this is the longest, by far that I've ever lived in one place.
October 11, 2013.
12 years to the day since I first arrived in Bellingham, Washington after escaping Utah.
I've made friends, lost friends, drawn more pictures than I can count...
I've had almost a half dozen computers die on me.
I've gotten drunk. Under the influence, I've sang karaoke, made out with complete strangers, contemplated and even attempted suicide (by drinking itself. I polished off a bottle and a half of someone else's vodka hoping for alcohol poisoning) and even asked some strange man to marry me once.
I lost my best friend.
I found the girl that I hope to marry someday (soon).
The local party house shut down just as I was starting to come out of my Utah-imposed shell and return to the guy I used to be before all the trouble and inner turmoil started.
I learned a lot about art, digital art and methodology, but haven't learned enough for my liking.
I'd learned a LOT, yet forgotten a buttload of hard life lessons that I had to re-learn the hard way.
I learned to love. I learned to hate. Both those emotions have brought me nothing but trouble.
Now, I live in Seattle. It's still the Pacific Northwest, thus, I still count it as one place.
I don't look back upon my time in Utah fondly, but there were a few good times, and a few good people. The same can be said for Bellingham. The same still goes on here in Seattle.
I've gotten through the majority of my wanderlust since being stuck settled here, but there's still a part of me that wonders what, and WHERE, the next phase of my life will take me.... or will I be typing out a message similar to this one a dozen years from now in a Seattle coffeehouse.
Love to all the friends that I've made in the last dozen years or so. I wish you all the best.
October 11, 2013.
12 years to the day since I first arrived in Bellingham, Washington after escaping Utah.
I've made friends, lost friends, drawn more pictures than I can count...
I've had almost a half dozen computers die on me.
I've gotten drunk. Under the influence, I've sang karaoke, made out with complete strangers, contemplated and even attempted suicide (by drinking itself. I polished off a bottle and a half of someone else's vodka hoping for alcohol poisoning) and even asked some strange man to marry me once.
I lost my best friend.
I found the girl that I hope to marry someday (soon).
The local party house shut down just as I was starting to come out of my Utah-imposed shell and return to the guy I used to be before all the trouble and inner turmoil started.
I learned a lot about art, digital art and methodology, but haven't learned enough for my liking.
I'd learned a LOT, yet forgotten a buttload of hard life lessons that I had to re-learn the hard way.
I learned to love. I learned to hate. Both those emotions have brought me nothing but trouble.
Now, I live in Seattle. It's still the Pacific Northwest, thus, I still count it as one place.
I don't look back upon my time in Utah fondly, but there were a few good times, and a few good people. The same can be said for Bellingham. The same still goes on here in Seattle.
I've gotten through the majority of my wanderlust since being stuck settled here, but there's still a part of me that wonders what, and WHERE, the next phase of my life will take me.... or will I be typing out a message similar to this one a dozen years from now in a Seattle coffeehouse.
Love to all the friends that I've made in the last dozen years or so. I wish you all the best.