I’m Back

What’s good from my new spot up in Ingleside. I must say, finally moving out of the house has definitely been very exciting and I’m glad to say that I have a place I really like with roommates I can vibe/coexist with easily. Just been chillin in the downtime and going to work and shit.

I haven’t had access to the internet (well, I actually do, but it involves me moving to the kitchen to steal someone’s unprotected wireless access and I’m too lazy to do that most of the time) so I haven’t quite been connected to the real world that is the internet and social networking. Nevertheless, I’m back sorta and quite a bit has happened in the past few weeks.

When we started moving in, I realized I had the smallest fuckin room in the house and was a bit bothered that I didn’t fully notice this upon visiting the place. However, I’ve realized that it really isn’t so bad and I’ve been able to maximize my space pretty well. Not too bad for $700 a month.

I almost feel as if I’ve been temporarily (if not longer) removed from much of what is my typical life. I’m talking about time spent with family, usual friends and such. I suppose this usually happens when one geographically relocates oneself in any way (even though my move really isn’t that dramatic considering it’s only minutes away from my home-home) but removing myself in such a way has given me perspective on the ways of life. Sounds hella corny but it is what it is.

I shouldn’t take for granted the relationships I have in my life (not even talking whatever friendships, but actual relationships and shit) and I most certainly shouldn’t forget about the fact that one person in particular is willing to spend and share so much of her time with me. Granted, I will always need my own space to a certain extent and in my opinion this is necessary in every relationship; without which I feel relationships become unhealthy. I think about this quite a bit and it’s definitely a reoccuring topic within the confines of my relationship as well as in my thoughts. Look, the point is that genuine connections become more and more scarce as you age, and one should never let themselves lose these connections, whether they be friendships or beyond.

I suppose getting a glimpse of independent life has made me realize this, as essentially, I’m on my own now. You don’t wanna be the dude who looks back on his behavior and realizes that he’s lost or been abandoned by all the people who care about him. I think this used to be me, but I know now that I simply didn’t understand that not all relationships with people are as deep or important as you initially wish. And I suppose that’s ok.

Anyway I don’t really know where the direction of this post has gone, but whatever. I’m gonna go chill and shit.