Thoughts From A House Full of Boxes....

Funny how I spent all this time and effort making a good life here, and now I can't wait to just get the hell out of this town.

I've either gotten really good at moving, or I'm getting really bad at it....

This time I've felt that I've been exactly on schedule, mentally and emotionally. I thought it was going to be hard to leave, but I turned the corner on that when I saw my Air Force friends, quit my job early and went to NYC. Life is bigger than Old Town, and I've got other places to go.

So, let's wrap it up, don't belabor the goodbyes, let's all just move on.

On the other hand, that's a bad sign...that's not like me at all. Maybe I'm not dealing with it all, not realizing what it took to live well here, not thinking about the relationships I worked at developing...maybe I'll get all wrenched about it when we drive away...yes, chances are I'm kidding myself.

Damn, I wish it was easy.

Most relationships are fleeting, maybe I don't need to put so much into all these lives I build...but I can't help it. I do, then they end, and I am there in the car, on my way to a different place, trying to make sense of what just happened, trying to hang onto the good and let loose of the rest.

Life is hard, then I move. I start over, it gets hard, I make the best of it, then I move.

Or, maybe it's really cheating that I get to kind of start over all the time...most people have to deal with the same people their whole lives. I get a new batch every now and then, and I get to present myself without history.

Either way, we all have to do it...deal with life that is. There's no quitting....