I sign the lease on a new place tomorrow. This will be the first time I haven’t lived close to downtown Nashville since migrating here 2 1/2 years ago. This will be the first time I haven’t lived with or near any of the people who convinced me to move here. I’m actually happy about it.
Living in close proximity with the same people has made me resentful of them and their habits and what I’ve perceived as a lack of respect for me, my space and my belongings. I’ll be happy to let all of that go come tomorrow morning. I hope it will strengthen my friendships once again.
This is going to be a huge change from the house I’m in now, let alone the apartment I started off in. I’m almost embarrassed to talk about my last few dwellings. I’ll finally be in a place that matches my personality, my desires and my needs for the first time in years.
Thinking back to when I moved into the house I’m posting from, I thought I was truly happy then. To a degree, I suppose I was. I was happier then than I had been in some time, it’s true. Crazy how much your life can change in the span of months, I don’t even speak to two of the most important people in my life at that time anymore. I don’t miss them. I don’t regret anything. I still feel a lot of confusion when I think about them, but that’s it. It’s hard for me to not feel hurt by things they said and did. I’m surprisingly sensitive and a little too loyal at times. I lost another close friend a couple months ago over some similar bullshit. Life goes on. It’s all water under the bridge now, anyway.
Here’s to the next stage of my life. May it be more peaceful and rewarding than the last. I’ll be living with the one dude who I honestly believe “gets” me and what I want and how I operate. He’s helped me a lot, in a lot of ways, and I’m excited to have him around. I think we first talked about sharing a place 8 years ago. Here we are.