Year: 2005

This is the first day, of the last week, at my current job.

‘You’ve been missing a lot of work lately…’
‘I wouldn’t say that I’ve been missing it Bobs.’

Over the last few weeks I have had more fun with friends, than I have had in a long time. I have been more places than I have ever been in my entire life, here in Coeur d’Alene. Having lived here for so long, and still be able to say ‘I’ve never been there’ is kind of pathetic. There are few places left on the ‘I never’ list now.

I have said some good byes, and will be saying more this week I’m sure.

I’m starting to feel that I’m really ready to leave.

Whatever odds and ends I had left, I gave away to a friend yesterday. It was more of a nervous cleaning moment than anything, then I had the idea. I don’t have to throw this all away! My CD’s, 4 motherboards, a bunch of cables, keyboard, mouse, copies of miscellaneous games, headphones, books, blank CDs, probably more, but I can’t remember. That was a long sentence. I gave it all to him.

I had a blanket covering one of the skylights that directly shines sunlight onto my monitor. I now instantly regret removing it.

I guess I’m writing this more because I haven’t in a few days, and less because I have something to say. The days have just been dragging out, going to work, coming home. Getting up, going to work. I have been trying to enjoy the company of friends as much as possible, but circumstances never seem to be good.

I’m counting the days I have left at work. Can’t wait to be done with this job, and this place. Yet I’m still scared to move on.

Change is coming like a freight train, and I’m in the way.

Keeping with the scheme of things, I spent the better part of my day today cleaning, and throwing crap away. On today’s agenda was my storage unit. It’s a classic feeling that everyone has, when you see something you haven’t even thought about for years, and suddenly can’t live without that item again. I found so many old books, toys, clothes and junk. It’s kind of creepy, like time-capsule ‘esque. I guess it was like dusting off a window into my past. Seeing pictures of myself, and friends from years ago. Items that use to fill my daily life, and now they have nothing to do with me.

In a way it’s nice to see that you have progressed in life, when it’s often very hard to see any change. Maybe I’m thinking way too hard about the junk I threw into boxes years ago, maybe not.