[Originally written 1.23.06]
No matter what particular subject may be giving me the “winter blues”, there is something that comes along to give me just a little bit of hope.
Let’s take a short trip back in time. The other afternoon, I decided to go out for a nice refreshing walk along the D&R, as fresh air coupled with exercise seems to clear my head of unwanted noise and focus my thoughts into a cohesive plan. It also happens to be a nice place for me to have a smoke without anyone bothering me. Instead of being bombarded by too much stress and anxiety, suddenly your ears are being tuned to the chirps and warbles of the birds fluttering through trees devoid of their leaves, the subtle breeze rattling branches and leaving a slight chill on your skin. Hours passed by yet I didn’t feel them being wasted, and as I was making the return trip to where I had parked, everything seemed to straighten itself out.
Today, and for the rest of the week, I have a number of things to take care of in order to tie up all the loose ends, so to speak. Friday I am checking out a room that is available for immediate occupancy – the price is right, and from the way things sound, it is very spacious. According to the ad there is also some furniture included and plenty of extras that make it seem too good to be true. There will need to be a discussion regarding how financially possible it would be to obtain this room, which brings me back to the beginning of this post. While I may not exactly want to move to Philly, things happen for a reason and this feels like the opportunity to make a change in my life that is greatly needed. Realizing this means moving into an area where everything will be new, but that is a huge part of the reason I am not hesitant about relocating from the place I have called home for my entire life.
Ah yes, I knew there was something that kept telling me it would be a good idea to get away not only from this area but the state in general. Though I have been enjoying the company of someone who means the world to me, I also see what sort of price that comes with and for the first time in our sordid friendship, I understand what he was trying to protect me from for all these years. However, I’m not a kid any more or some gullible teen that can be easily bullied, though I am at an age where I won’t tolerate threats against me or my family.
[Originally written 1.24.06]
It appears I am now going down to Philly in just a few hours to check out the room and talk with the home owners, as they want to make sure I’m a good person, can take care of things and pay my rent on time. My Financial Advisor is aware of the situation, and funds are in fact available upon needing them. If all goes well, I should be able to re-locate within the next week and though I am restraining from expressing too much excitement, I will say that I am so fucking ready to move on.
My mind is filled with many things, such as what I am going to do when I actually settle into Philly so that I can sustain living there and all. Having just been to South Street with my best friend, it’s difficult not to entertain fantasies of having nights like that on a regular basis. No one would know us there and in certain environments we would barely stand out, which I think I would prefer over being treated like a fucking zoo exhibit. We could always escape to the Shore or the Pines when we wanted as both are a just a drive away, and there seem to be plenty of things to do in this so-called City of Brotherly Love that I am sure we could enjoy doing together.
See, there it is, lovesick wishful thinking that will get me caught up in intense emotions when I should be concerned with taking care of boring responsibilities so that I can make the transition from one state to another. After all the years we have known one another, I don’t want to feel guilty about such expressions either, since I spent a significant amount of time dealing with other people’s issues with my relationship. Which is pretty ridiculous since I don’t see the problem with forming a long-term friendship with someone. We have survived through some very dark moments and I never find myself doubting that he is always going to be there for me, a huge sense of comfort I don’t find anywhere else.
[Originally written 1.25.06]
Who says you can’t leave Jersey? Oh, having been here my whole life, quite frankly I never thought I would be making plans to do just that.
Driving down to Philly yesterday to meet with the people that own the house went really well, as they are pretty decent and seemed happy to have me there. The room is incredibly spacious and I was told that I could paint it if desired; I can also decorate it anyway that I want. Over the next few days I am going to be packing my stuff and squeeze as much of it into my car as possible to haul down on Friday. The rest can be brought down later on I suppose since I don’t know anyone that would want to help me move, but I was assured no harm would come to it in the meantime.
The location is great as it is within walking distance to a train, which will save me a lot on gas for when I want to travel into Center City, and it also apparently can take me to the art museum, the zoo, the Mutter Museum [which I’ve wanted to check out for ages now] and Eastern State Penitentiary, which is a really old prison that you can walk through. Suffice to say there are going to be plenty of activities to look forward to, and I know just the partner in crime that will enjoy doing them with me.
There are too many things I am going to miss about New Jersey, but as harsh as it sounds my family and most importantly my own safety is more important than fond memories. This is the best thing for me, and perhaps some day I will be able to return – I really doubt my presence is going to be missed and I am actually excited for a change of scenery.
Did not sleep all that well last night, and I am only awake now due to writing a letter to my best friend about how glad I am to be moving. Figured it was best to get that out to him while I could since I am going to be without internet for a while, but that is why I have a cell phone even if he’s not a fan of using it to communicate.
Now I am just rambling and need to get stuff done instead.