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So three years in and what a ride. I can clearly (to a degree) remember the lead up to December 2011. The San Antonio to Houston Sunday night drive, cheap hotel week, Thursday night packing, Friday afternoon return home. That was shit and when I was let go from that job it was almost a relief not to continue that grind. I can recall the promises and disappointments of applying for jobs in early 2012 and then actually accepting a DC job over NC (options!!). There were many abstract hopes and dreams that packed up in that tiny blue Scion with me, right next to the record crates that got warped in a May sun, pillows from childhood, clothes that today no longer fit (thank goodness), and a stack of burned CDs which probably all contained one or two songs from The Dream.
That was May 2012 and the goals became more solid while the faces and places changed. Nothing is what I imagined it would be, not a single thing, and for that I'm grateful. My life is simply better for not continuing on that linearity. And as I continue on the path that I'm building and assessing while traversing, I can't help but look back and think "damn, I couldn't have dreamed this up," and that's not even the typical hyperbolic me statement. If you had told me then, that this life would/could be this great, that the people that matter now would exist, that those who did wouldn't, that I'd see the things I've seen, go the places I've been, achieve the things that I had worked for; I would've smiled at you whimsically and retreated into my head cynically.
So here's to my semi annual public display of emotion, here's to you that's reading this, and here's to the yesterdays, the todays, the Oxford commas, and the tomorrows. ------ “There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.” -Albert Camus
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