This is gonna be a long blog, so sit back, relax, and enjoy.
For the last 2 weeks I’ve been in an insanely good mood, but I couldn’t figure out why. I think I finally figured it out.
The last 3 months have been pretty shitty.
I was pretty depressed, but didn’t really realize it.
Since Christmas, all I have been doing is moving. I didn’t really have a place I could call my own. I don’t even consider Sacramento my home anymore. My room isn’t really my room anymore. All that’s in it is a bed. All the posters and toys have been long put away. Pretty depressing.
So as soon as I got back from Christmas, I had to start packing to move. I really did grow to hate that little studio apartment I was in. I could hear the person to my left cough all night, I knew when the person to my right had a fight with their boyfriend (much to my joy) and I knew that I wasn’t allowed to listen to music at 3pm on a Sunday because it annoyed the person below me. Oh, and I figured out that weird rustling above me was squirrels on my roof, not rats. Pretty depressing.
Flash forward a few weeks. Everything is packed. I’m feeling pretty shitty, but I’m looking forward to moving into my friend’s place. I see my room, it’s pretty damn small, but whatever. I can manage. So I start moving my stuff over little by little, things are looking okay. And well, if you’re reading this, you know the rest. Pretty depressing.
Another few weeks go by, I’m finally in my new new place. It seems pretty cool. Takes a while to finally get settled in, but I finally do. I hang all my pictures up, decorate it all how I want it, but still, I’m in a funk.
Then I decided to hold a party March 17. It was a pretty good turnout. I think everyone had a blast, I know I sure did. That little party got me out of my funk.
Now’s the part of the blog where I’ll get a bit sappy. Avert your eyes if you must.
It’s been hard living down here in LA. I mean, I know I like it better than Sacramento, it’s new and exciting. But I have no family or anything out here, and being an only child makes it harder too. So all I really have out here are my friends. Now, I’m the type of guy who doesn’t have hundreds of hundreds of friends. Sure, I know a lot of people, but I don’t really consider them “friends”
per se, more like acquaintances. And then coming down to a school hundreds of miles away where I knew absolutely nobody was hard. Long story short, the group of friends I made in school mean the world to me, and after graduating, I guess I’ve just felt like I was floating. Didn’t really have a place to go, kept on moving, changing jobs, etc… Nowhere to call home.
Ready for it? I warned you. There’s still time to turn back.
I think that’s what changed on March 17. Finally, I think it hit me. This is my home now. My friends are my family. I have no idea why it took me so long to realize it. I know that they’ll always have my back, and I hope they know that I’ll always have theirs. Just having everyone over at my new place, all having fun, no cares in the world, that’s what it’s all about.
So yeah, things are awesome. Things are fuckin’ awesome god damn it. And I’m fuckin’ home.