Farewell With a Touch of Melancholy
Sep. 9th, 2004 08:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
willow_redMy feelings on the move as of this moment.
When I finished cleaning, I took a few minutes to look around my apartment. Not for things I had overlooked, though I did that too. No, I took a few minutes to recall how my life has changed from the first day I set foot in that apartment. Here is a snapshot.
The day I found that complex, I was with Carolyn. She and I drove up to Boulder from Aurora for the day to apartment-hunt. We looked at a number of places, but that one seemed to be the nicest for the money, and the location seemed pretty decent too. It also helped that there was someone present in the office to talk to.
I took possession of that apartment two months to the day after leaving Houston. It wasn't easy for me; my life was quite uncertain. I was telecommuting to NASA part-time, and I didn't know how long that would last. I was hoping to get a job at Ball, but I was looking other places too, out of necessity. I had been living with my parents since returning to Colorado, but spent time in Boulder whenever I could. My hope was that they would understand why I needed to get my own place. Living with them was important for those first two months, but I had become an independent adult since the last time I lived with them, and it simply wouldn't work the way it had when I was a child.
So I moved out.
Over the following two years, I did my best to heal. After a number of interviews from coast to coast with various companies, Ball finally hired me. I spent time with friends. I travelled. I went to weddings; I went to a funeral. I got back into writing. I started making costumes and cosplaying. I watched a lot of anime and movies. I stopped watching TV when the last of the shows I cared about ended. I went back to student groups I spent a lot of time with in school. I sold the old Volvo and bought a Honda Civic Hybrid. I even started dating again.
So many more things could be listed here, but most of them are contained somewhere within this journal that started only a few months after I moved into the apartment.
Farewell, #208. You were (mostly) good to me, and a part of me shall miss you. The path of my life leads me elsewhere now.
When I finished cleaning, I took a few minutes to look around my apartment. Not for things I had overlooked, though I did that too. No, I took a few minutes to recall how my life has changed from the first day I set foot in that apartment. Here is a snapshot.
The day I found that complex, I was with Carolyn. She and I drove up to Boulder from Aurora for the day to apartment-hunt. We looked at a number of places, but that one seemed to be the nicest for the money, and the location seemed pretty decent too. It also helped that there was someone present in the office to talk to.
I took possession of that apartment two months to the day after leaving Houston. It wasn't easy for me; my life was quite uncertain. I was telecommuting to NASA part-time, and I didn't know how long that would last. I was hoping to get a job at Ball, but I was looking other places too, out of necessity. I had been living with my parents since returning to Colorado, but spent time in Boulder whenever I could. My hope was that they would understand why I needed to get my own place. Living with them was important for those first two months, but I had become an independent adult since the last time I lived with them, and it simply wouldn't work the way it had when I was a child.
So I moved out.
Over the following two years, I did my best to heal. After a number of interviews from coast to coast with various companies, Ball finally hired me. I spent time with friends. I travelled. I went to weddings; I went to a funeral. I got back into writing. I started making costumes and cosplaying. I watched a lot of anime and movies. I stopped watching TV when the last of the shows I cared about ended. I went back to student groups I spent a lot of time with in school. I sold the old Volvo and bought a Honda Civic Hybrid. I even started dating again.
So many more things could be listed here, but most of them are contained somewhere within this journal that started only a few months after I moved into the apartment.
Farewell, #208. You were (mostly) good to me, and a part of me shall miss you. The path of my life leads me elsewhere now.
