Fallio Iglesias
Why hello there.
Summer went by easy and breezy enough given the turmoil which preceded it. I went on a road trip through the Rocky Mountains, into Utah, down through Arizona to the Grand Canyon and back up to Denver. The focal point of the trip was to spread a portion of my dad's ashes, and, while I had hoped this would be some kind of cathartic release, it did the exact opposite and at best made me feel remorseful and empty. I think what made it so sore was that it highlighted the truth which I had been avoiding, that there will never be an easy solution to patch the hole that, what I'm guessing, has been permanently affixed in my life and soul.
Whew, that was a heavy statement. That being said, other components of the present are different in a better way. I am truly in love with my boyfraaand and am more or less certain he's the dude I'm going to end up marrying. He's a huge Milhouse sometimes and goes to bed at 7:30 p.m. and has burps that sound like they're resonating inside of a hollow soda can, but holy shit, I love him. We are currently in the process of looking for a place together and, for the first time, I am happily excited about the prospect of living with my sig-othah.
I also landed a sweet job back in the Pioneer Valley doing basically what I had done as a publicity director for the Guild, only I get paid a respectable salary doing so.
So, win on the boyfriend and win on the job. There's still unhappiness and crying in the car, and wishing I had my dad and familial dynamic of before. It blows my mind that I've been approaching the one-year mark on things, like my dad's official diagnosis (Oct. 28). I miss having a tightly knit family, that is for damn sure.
I guess the benefits of having the worst year of your life are that 1) anything shitty following it doesn't put you any lower than you've been before, 2) when things go well it feels like a huge-as-fuck miracle, and 3) it makes you feel like a huge asshole when you're lazy and wasteful with your time. I can say the latter half of 2010 has not been wasted.
I need to write more. Once there is a lull in the crazy accumulation of a bunch of small hubbubs, then perhaps that'll happen.
Summer went by easy and breezy enough given the turmoil which preceded it. I went on a road trip through the Rocky Mountains, into Utah, down through Arizona to the Grand Canyon and back up to Denver. The focal point of the trip was to spread a portion of my dad's ashes, and, while I had hoped this would be some kind of cathartic release, it did the exact opposite and at best made me feel remorseful and empty. I think what made it so sore was that it highlighted the truth which I had been avoiding, that there will never be an easy solution to patch the hole that, what I'm guessing, has been permanently affixed in my life and soul.
Whew, that was a heavy statement. That being said, other components of the present are different in a better way. I am truly in love with my boyfraaand and am more or less certain he's the dude I'm going to end up marrying. He's a huge Milhouse sometimes and goes to bed at 7:30 p.m. and has burps that sound like they're resonating inside of a hollow soda can, but holy shit, I love him. We are currently in the process of looking for a place together and, for the first time, I am happily excited about the prospect of living with my sig-othah.
I also landed a sweet job back in the Pioneer Valley doing basically what I had done as a publicity director for the Guild, only I get paid a respectable salary doing so.
So, win on the boyfriend and win on the job. There's still unhappiness and crying in the car, and wishing I had my dad and familial dynamic of before. It blows my mind that I've been approaching the one-year mark on things, like my dad's official diagnosis (Oct. 28). I miss having a tightly knit family, that is for damn sure.
I guess the benefits of having the worst year of your life are that 1) anything shitty following it doesn't put you any lower than you've been before, 2) when things go well it feels like a huge-as-fuck miracle, and 3) it makes you feel like a huge asshole when you're lazy and wasteful with your time. I can say the latter half of 2010 has not been wasted.
I need to write more. Once there is a lull in the crazy accumulation of a bunch of small hubbubs, then perhaps that'll happen.