Though I had originally planned on returning to a more frequent writing schedule within this blog the last time I wrote in it, that simply hasn't happened because lately I've been extremely pre-occupied with all the good things currently taking place in my life - my new job, my new apartment (which I should be totally moved into by the end of next week/weekend) and just the all around general atmosphere that things in my life are definitely and FINALLY taking a turn for the better in my life. Of course, that's not to say that life is a bed of roses but let's just say there haven't been as many pricks lately!
Yet as extremely happy as I am with all the new positive changes currently taking place in my life, I've had my emotional moments here too. Whatta lotta folks don't realize is that when I moved here to the Boston area back in 1995, it was the first time I literally stood totally by myself on my own two feet since my college days, right before Jack and I moved in together, so naturally the process of my leaving the downtown Boston area altogether has been a helluva lot more pivotal for me on a personal level than anyone could ever realize.
As outrageously expensive as it's been for me to live in the downtown area, especially over the last 4 to 5 year period with inflations, tax raises, the economy bottoming out and what-not, one becomes extremely spoiled living in a vaccum where everything is so darn centrally located. Come any weather pattern, or even hell or high-water for that matter, whenever I needed something, regardless of the hour or the day or night, all it took was taking a coupla blocks walk or so in any direction or just jumping on the T and there ya go, all was taken care of - last minute prescriptions, last minute meal/desert preparations for friends or family, last-minute birthday gift-buying, or hell, even last-minute "Gee, I think I will go get that quart of coffee from D.D's after all" runs, it's all been so damn convenient. I'm gonna miss that kinda lifestyle and not just part of it but all of it. Who wouldn't?
Ironically, all the aforementioned perks are also exactly why I am so grateful and eager to be moving away from the city because my new life situation is gonna be so much better for me all around. A new job, a new apartment and best of all, everything within my immediate environment, not only centrally located just as it was for me in the downtown Boston area BUT ALL at a more affordable living expenses range! Oh rapture over and over again on that one single count. No more worrying about how this-or-that change in my prescription coverage is gonna dictate how I distribute my monthly funds for bills, for rent, for everything. From here on out, every aspect of my daily survival will be configured to a safe, stable, steady income that should be more than enough to ensure my continued survival as well as even having a few extra bucks left over each week to put into this-n-that fund. After all, with the way our national economy has been in the past 5 years, I think that both myself and anyone else who's a fellow passenger in the same boat as myself should be beyond ecstatic about this, don't you? Or as I've posted recently on Facebook, "Life is good, Batman."
There's only one little thing that tugs at my heartstrrings when it comes to the upcoming final phases of this move and it's something that I've already come to peace with yet it continues to resonate within me. Before I go ahead and say it, I just wanna say that even though I already know that my friends who are spiritual will make an effort to reassure me that my affirmation on this issue is true, it still doesn't make me feel any less emotional about it.
Even though I realize that our loved ones who have passed on before us are always with us, no matter where we go or where we are, in the back of my mind I still worry about Jack. Every time I go to fill up a packing box or send out a change of address notice, I stop, I pause and I say to myself "Oh my gawd, what if he needs me and he can't find me? What do I do then?" I know that's just my heart and subconscious talking to me, that special place within me that will always miss him coming through, but again, it still doesn't make it any easier to deal with mentally. In my mind I know that he'll know where to find me should he ever need me but in my heart I just fall to pieces about it sometimes. I've even hadda a coupla nightmares about this during the last month, yet in every one of those nightmares there has always been a period of where at first I hear him saying "I can't find you, I can't find you!" followed several minutes later with him saying "There you are...." and then the nightmare dissipating into a dream that ends with us holding each other in our arms. I mean, I know that I carry Jack in that special place in my heart that is reserved especially for him (you know, just that one part, so that it frees up the rest of ones heart for the next special someone to come along; after all, life does go on.....) and he'll always be with me there and in my memories, but it's just kinda ironic in a way that whenever something really really good happens in our lives, that part of us that is insecure about the unknown factors of those good situations can sometimes invoke all kinds of mixed emotions about our previous life sitiations which do not have one iota of connection to the present - at least for the most part.
So yeah, I'm beyond thankful that like George-n-Weezy I am truly moving up in life again and wow, I sure as hell didn't expect for it to happen this much later in my life but then again all the good fortune I've been experiencing in my life for the last month or so is living proof that age truly is nothing but chronological. You're never too old to start a new beginning in your life and regardless of all the gems of wisdom we learn along the way, you truly don't know exactly what is gonna happen around the next corner, you just have to always hope that it's something damn near spectacular and even moreso, that you'e ready for it, whatever it may be. Thank you for reading.