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Baby Steps
Dec. 15th, 2002 01:02 pmI bought a CD Walkman today and decided that I'm going to walk (and later run) this break up off. I almost feel like I can burn off all that transpired if work hard enough and walk far enough, elminating some memory of him with every step.
I went out walking for an hour today...it was cold and raining, but it felt good to be out and moving...moving away from all of the emotional crud of the last month, wiping it away with clean air and miles and miles.
It also felt good to get out into my neighborhood; I never spend any time here. It's odd, when I made the decision to move out here I was so particular about choosing an apartment...I spent three months making sure that I found the right place at the right price in the right area. I've lived here for almost two and a half years and I don't know a damned thing about the place. I've always spent my time in ______; it's the city where I work, where my friends are, and where D lives. Going out today and seeing my neighborhood (and it is a *great* neighborhood), I realized how much I've been missing by living my life across the bridge. This is where I chose to be and this is where I should start living my life.
My neighborhood is one of those typical urban/suburban patchwork communites that finds itself on the cusp of gentrification. On one street you'll find huge homes restored to their 1920's glory and on the next, well, you can get your crank fix satisfied by a twitching toothless guy in a leather jacket. I happen to live in an area that's pre-yuppied but still very nice--no drug dealers but no stately homes either, just a bunch of Victorian/Edwardian apartments and a community garden. There's plenty of cafes, bars, and galleries within walking distance and everyone around here seems to have been plucked from the "19-34 and struggling" demographic (my people!).
Today was better, I'm looking forward to this whole "running, recovering, being where I am" thing.
I'm going to survive this, I am. Now if I could only convince someone to hire me for a grown-up job...oy.
Baby steps, eh?
I went out walking for an hour today...it was cold and raining, but it felt good to be out and moving...moving away from all of the emotional crud of the last month, wiping it away with clean air and miles and miles.
It also felt good to get out into my neighborhood; I never spend any time here. It's odd, when I made the decision to move out here I was so particular about choosing an apartment...I spent three months making sure that I found the right place at the right price in the right area. I've lived here for almost two and a half years and I don't know a damned thing about the place. I've always spent my time in ______; it's the city where I work, where my friends are, and where D lives. Going out today and seeing my neighborhood (and it is a *great* neighborhood), I realized how much I've been missing by living my life across the bridge. This is where I chose to be and this is where I should start living my life.
My neighborhood is one of those typical urban/suburban patchwork communites that finds itself on the cusp of gentrification. On one street you'll find huge homes restored to their 1920's glory and on the next, well, you can get your crank fix satisfied by a twitching toothless guy in a leather jacket. I happen to live in an area that's pre-yuppied but still very nice--no drug dealers but no stately homes either, just a bunch of Victorian/Edwardian apartments and a community garden. There's plenty of cafes, bars, and galleries within walking distance and everyone around here seems to have been plucked from the "19-34 and struggling" demographic (my people!).
Today was better, I'm looking forward to this whole "running, recovering, being where I am" thing.
I'm going to survive this, I am. Now if I could only convince someone to hire me for a grown-up job...oy.
Baby steps, eh?
