So I’m now moving to Chicago in less than a week. I went apartment searching last Friday and Saturday, and we ended up finding a place. I’m planning on posting pictures of everything later, but before I do that, I need to be a little more sentimental.
I was having this conversation with my friend Mike, but the thing that’s really emotional for me is not saying goodbye to the people I’m leaving, because more than likely I will still keep in touch with most of these people, and still see them after this. So even though I’m moving, it’s not like these people will not be a part of my life any more. The thing that’s emotional for me is saying goodbye to this part of my life. I’ve been in Grand Rapids for 9 years now, and a TON of stuff has happened in that time. This is the city in which I learned how to be an adult. I was an angst ridden, just learned how to play guitar, brand new Christian teenager when I showed up, and I’m leaving as a …. well, we’ll just say not that.
When we officially found the apartment, and I was driving back from Chicago, suddenly everything became real and I realized that this chapter of my life is almost over. And since I’ve mentioned several times how sentimental I get at times like this, this next week is going to be very emotional (and also, I have no idea how people deal with emotions without smoking. It perplexes me). I tend to have certain tracks that I play on my Ipod whenever I have a “I’m probably never going to do this again” or a “I don’t know when I’ll see them again” moment. I kind of chuckle at how sentimental I get about those kinds of things, but it’s the way I am, and it’s something I just have to do.
So slowly but surely in my way, I’ll be saying goodbye to the Grand Rapids part of Morgan’s life in the next week, and it’s not going to be easy. So that’s the sad part of this, but the exciting part is that I’ll soon be in a fantastic city, in a phenomenal apartment, and on to a new chapter of my life that will hopefully also be phenomenal.
I say goodbye, I say hello.
I don’t smoke. But I do tend to cry a lot.
I don’t smoke either. I do talk quite a bit. I mean I can really run off at the mouth even to people I don’t know very well or not at all. It’s therapeutic and since I don’t ever think anything on the inside anyway, but only process things on the outside while my mouth is moving I guess I wouldn’t have time to stick a smoke-stick in there for fear of losing my muse or something.
Yeah
Sometimes it takes leaving to realize what was there. And by moving forward you learn what is good. Stay groovy.
I’m like Bethany. Tears. Lots of tears.
I write… but that doesn’t feel like it does much really… I’ve written pages and it didn’t help… so now I just kind of swallow the emotion. I can’t change it, don’t really know how to deal with it… so I just stand it take it (kind of). But I feel very much like a “boy” when those moments arise… and I’m not really sure if I like the way I deal with those challenges but that’s how I do.
oh… and pizza and beer are nice as well.