The first 13 years of my life — Act I if you will — I lived in Southern Oregon and went through the basics of growing up.
Act II began with my family temporarily moving to Seattle, expanding my view of the world. Over the next ten years, I did a lot of growing up, learning and establishing myself as an individual. I went to high school and college, got my own apartment for the first time, found a job, came out, and found a boyfriend.
Act III began with a move, as well — my relocation to Florida, and the past 13 years have included my relocation, my first true long-term relationship, and a lot of learning about myself — and most importantly, how I fit into the world around me, and what I want out of life.
It would be safe to say that Act IV started a couple of weeks ago. I broke up with, and moved out from, my (now former) partner of nearly 12 years.
Without airing too much dirty laundry: It was my choice, and had been contemplating it for quite some time. I'm safe, and I'm doing mostly OK, given the circumstances. And he seems to be coming around to the idea, much faster than I anticipated.
Right now, I'm not sure if this means I'll blog more, or less. There are a lot of things about my future that I'm evaluating and rethinking. That I'm thinking in terms of the future again is actually something of a change for me.
(And with this multi-act metaphor, I'm hoping I get more than five acts, or I only have about 25-30 years left.)
So for now, know you may see more, or less, of me around here. Locals might see me more, or less, out and about town. It's hard to say. But with the support of friends, it's amazing how much change you can effect and still come out the other side, landing on your feet.
