Campfyre Stories

Moving is a very cleansing experience for me, generally.  It’s not just about moving from one physical location to another, it’s also about purging, taking stock, reevaluating, and rethinking the things I have come to take for granted.

On some level this is about things like the bathroom being the second door on the left, how not to trip and fall while making my way through the apartment in the dark, where all the light switches are…  but it’s also about the other levels of stuff that has accumulated.  Friends, enemies, patterns of thoughts or behaviors.  It is now time to take stock, not just of the things I have, but of who I have become and to determine what needs to be thrown away and what I can keep (even if I don’t need it).

Overall, I am a more trusting person than I was when I first moved here, but I was wrapped up at that point in a big ball of distrust… with good reasons that I will not get into right now.  I am also a more wary person than I was, not suspicious, just careful…  cautious, even.  I will admit that I am more jaded, but will deny being bitter, since I don’t believe I am. 

Maybe it’s the move, maybe it’s the upcoming milestone birthday (30), but it’s something I can’t avoid, nor do I want to.  It’s time to take a good hard look at who I am.  Even though I do like who I have become, who I AM now, I certainly feel there is always room for improvement, and if the motivation to improve is presenting itself now, who am I to deny it?

So I am riding this wave of the moment.

~FG };^>