In My Life...The End of an Era
In a week or so, I am vacating my apartment in the Mission to another place in the City. A room in a three bedroom apartment in the Inner Richmond. I have been in this place for the longest time, around 2 and a half years. The drama from the situation back in July just made it not possible for all of us to reside anymore so my sojurn comes to an end.
I slowly pack up the boxes and sort through many things. I come across many business cards from contacts I don't keep in contact with, old holiday greetings, photos, route maps with the ink running because I tucked them under my bike shorts. I'm cleaning off the dust of my first bike, my commuter bike which will go to someone else because I don't have the space for it at my new place.
I mourn leaving this place because of some great memories. This is the space where I had my moments with Joe and great memories when Patty and Alex were here. This was where the gals got together and celebrated my 31st birthday with gumbo and cake. It was a space where I was so close to the Castro. Even that part of my life is coming to an end.
However, this was the space where I was when I strated my stint in retail, starting with Banana Republic and moving onto Gap. This was the space where I had to learn my hardest lessons- not cashing in your 401k and eating the major taxes from it. This was the space I came home to from my sojurn in the Philippines. This as the space that shared love and pain with Joe.
As I slowly sort through things, I wonder the things that I come across from peple I once knew, worked with, dated, etc. I wonder how they are? Are they swimmingly going through life in some happily every after while I deal with the uncertaintly of things to come. At times I feel that everyone feels that way and love and happiness has sometimes eluded me.
But now comes the time of where you do move on to make new beginnings. I look forward to all that is coming in my new place and my new neighborhood.
In a week or so, I am vacating my apartment in the Mission to another place in the City. A room in a three bedroom apartment in the Inner Richmond. I have been in this place for the longest time, around 2 and a half years. The drama from the situation back in July just made it not possible for all of us to reside anymore so my sojurn comes to an end.
I slowly pack up the boxes and sort through many things. I come across many business cards from contacts I don't keep in contact with, old holiday greetings, photos, route maps with the ink running because I tucked them under my bike shorts. I'm cleaning off the dust of my first bike, my commuter bike which will go to someone else because I don't have the space for it at my new place.
I mourn leaving this place because of some great memories. This is the space where I had my moments with Joe and great memories when Patty and Alex were here. This was where the gals got together and celebrated my 31st birthday with gumbo and cake. It was a space where I was so close to the Castro. Even that part of my life is coming to an end.
However, this was the space where I was when I strated my stint in retail, starting with Banana Republic and moving onto Gap. This was the space where I had to learn my hardest lessons- not cashing in your 401k and eating the major taxes from it. This was the space I came home to from my sojurn in the Philippines. This as the space that shared love and pain with Joe.
As I slowly sort through things, I wonder the things that I come across from peple I once knew, worked with, dated, etc. I wonder how they are? Are they swimmingly going through life in some happily every after while I deal with the uncertaintly of things to come. At times I feel that everyone feels that way and love and happiness has sometimes eluded me.
But now comes the time of where you do move on to make new beginnings. I look forward to all that is coming in my new place and my new neighborhood.
