Next week will mark my 1 year anniversary of moving to Maryland from Chicago. I remember driving here with my dad and the exhaustion of moving everything up to my 4th floor room knowing that I had to start my new job the next day. When I woke up on the couch the next morning (dad was sleeping on my mattress in my room, the bed wasn't put together yet), I remember looking out of the LARGE window in my living room and seeing the STUNNING fall colors right there. It looked like a scenery backdrop and was such a peaceful shift from living on a busy city street. I thought "I am going to like it here, this is going to be good for me". I then went to work and met my best friend in the area, my co-worker LB who was starting the same day. I then went and bought a car (exhausting) and put my bed together with help from my dad. The next morning, my dad left and here I am one year later. Today MCampout asked me if I was still happy that I moved here. I am. It is hard to imagine what my life would have been like if I had stayed in Chicago. I do think that I would have been less lonely. On the other hand, I've had a chance here to take solitude and use it to create my own self-indulgent rituals.
If you have something to get out of your system, go and see Things We Lost in the Fire.