Monday, March 28, 2011
For a long time on Birthdays I would write a reflection of where I'd been for that year of my life. I didn't last year and most of this whole year has been inwards. And now, even though I'm a quarter century old, I still don't have anything new to say that hasn't been said over and over this whole year. In my opinion that's a good thing for the most part. I had a wonderful birthday this year, thanks to my wonderful boyfriend and his family.
I've been very fortunate here. Opportunities crop up at the most unlikely times. Before I arrived the neighborhood was quite different. One of the reasons is a friend across the street passed away around the same time Drack and I first became aware of each others existence. The house sits empty now across the street, and I never really knew the life that was there. It's a lovely new house built in the victorian style. It's enormous but the many rooms are sectioned off and so the house feels quite small and intimate, and I imagine with all the furniture and a big guy, the place felt quite alive. His sister is allowing Drack and I to sort through the left over estate items and take what we want for our future home. It's strange to go through the things of a person I never met, and I'm sure stranger for Drack who knew him very well. I wish I could have been here before the neighborhood changed. Everyone tells me we would have gotten a long. Either way I'm very grateful.
It's strange to think of all those years before you meet meaningful people. They existed this whole time but you just didn't know it till the right time. I guess more and more years are added the older you get. I wonder what sorts of meaningful people I'll meet in the future.
