Two days away from the biggest thing I've ever done. There's a mountain of boxes in my living room, and I pick up the U-Haul in the morning. Beyond that, I still have to sell or throw away all the unecessary stuff, clean the fridge and freezer, take back the cable modem tomorrow...
Leaving behind a lot of memories, good and bad.
Memories of the little house on the east side I grew up in.
Memories of the house on New Jersey and Capitol that my grandmother lived in for the first 15 or so years of my life.
Memories of get togethers with my family and the party atmosphere.
Memories of the hell that is school, where I learned at an early age I didn't fit in and was never going to.
Memories of friends I never knew what happened to, like BJ Daniels. Old crushes, like my classmate Joe.
My first time inside a gay bar, the 501.
My first experience with a bathhouse, Club Indy.
All the good times I had here. My apartment downstairs, my adventures with Ryan. Josh and Jason.
The risks I took and the missed opportunties. The joy and pain. It's all behind me now.
Time to write a new chapter.