Starting Over

I don't even know how to be delicate about it anymore. The house burned down. Everything burned and I've relived that story so many times that I don't know that I can do it again, because this isn't about telling the story of what happened, it is about narrating the story that goes on after the ashes have been cleaned up, I've salvaged the few thigns that could be pulled from the rubble and now I'm moving on. Literally moving too, tomorrow I move to Mankato. I can say that im genuinely excited to start the next phase of life and studying and my new job and all those things, but I miss Boston terribly. Boston was my home, and where we had become a family. The are so many unique and special relationships there, and I'm absolutely terrified that the 1400 miles between Boston and Mankato will be the death of them. I'm still not sure if fighting for them is going to work or if I'm better off to acknowledge that those people and experiences were about that phase of my life and that place in time and now I should know that they were great then, but I should move on from them. I guess only time will tell.

I have no furniture, only a few outfits for clothes, an empty pantry and a stereo. So I guess I have alot of work to do before the new apartment even starts to feel like home.

Well.... here's to coming up from the ashes. Or something overly cliche like that.