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So at this time in 2005, I was seeing the back end of a life I'd known for ages. Born in MA in early 1971, left home for college in autumn 1989, moved back home in late summer 1995, and lived back in Athol for ten more years after that.
This time ten years ago, I was making some serious decisions about moving from everyone and everything I'd always known and towards something altogether new. I'd just started going out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emmalyon a few months previous, and the relationship was looking pretty damn solid already, enough where I'd propose to her that April. I'd been at the Yankee Candle job going on four and a half years, about the same tenure as my stint at HMV, and I was about to leave a steady job for points unknown. I was about to move permanently out of New England for the first time in my life. Sure, New Jersey isn't exactly Antarctica, but it's definitely a different setting for me. This was a complete tabula rasa, where I chose to do so willingly instead of due to circumstances.
So. Ten years. What have I got to make for it?
Writing and revision of multiple novels and stories, a steady job I've had for eight years, the morphing of my music collection from physical to digital, world travel, our tenth wedding anniversary this summer, and a lovely view of one of the most famous bridges in the world right outside my window. I have my ups and downs and I think I'm developing arthritis at 44, but other than that, life is good.
There are still days, ten years on, when I think: How the hell did I get here?
I don't often say I'm blessed...I often feel more like I'm damned lucky. And of course, I have Emm to thank for a lot of it. Who knows where I'd be without her beside me?
This time ten years ago, I was making some serious decisions about moving from everyone and everything I'd always known and towards something altogether new. I'd just started going out with
emmalyon a few months previous, and the relationship was looking pretty damn solid already, enough where I'd propose to her that April. I'd been at the Yankee Candle job going on four and a half years, about the same tenure as my stint at HMV, and I was about to leave a steady job for points unknown. I was about to move permanently out of New England for the first time in my life. Sure, New Jersey isn't exactly Antarctica, but it's definitely a different setting for me. This was a complete tabula rasa, where I chose to do so willingly instead of due to circumstances.So. Ten years. What have I got to make for it?
Writing and revision of multiple novels and stories, a steady job I've had for eight years, the morphing of my music collection from physical to digital, world travel, our tenth wedding anniversary this summer, and a lovely view of one of the most famous bridges in the world right outside my window. I have my ups and downs and I think I'm developing arthritis at 44, but other than that, life is good.
There are still days, ten years on, when I think: How the hell did I get here?
I don't often say I'm blessed...I often feel more like I'm damned lucky. And of course, I have Emm to thank for a lot of it. Who knows where I'd be without her beside me?
