They say moving is always an experience of growth and change…..how right that is.
After moving from Montana to Denver, there was a time of acclamation – of meeting new people and making new friends. Before you know it, you have a nice close circle of friends that you like to be around. In the years I lived in Denver, I made quite a few friends – mostly from work, but there were a few that I knew from before as well. Now the change has come again – this time from Denver to sunny California…..another time of change to be sure.
I admit that outside of work, although I have the close companionship of family…..I feel a little lacking as far as friends go, since I really don’t have any of my own friends here as of yet. While I’m at work there is a sense of comraderie and friendship, but I don’t know any of those people outside of work, and that leaves me feeling a tad on the lonely side. My friend Mindy called me last night, and it felt so wonderful to hear a familiar voice. I communicate with my friends mainly by E-mail & chat, but sometimes you need voice-to-voice contact to feel better.
The area I’m in now is quite cool, as we are centrally located by the school, a library, downtown, and right off the bus routes. What’s interesting is that although technically we’re staying in a motel, it’s more like a small apartment – exactly what we’re looking for during this transitional time. Our transportation, which served us faithfully during our 1200-mile trek down here, is now developing problems that will probably cost more than the vehicle is worth, so that’ll be going away soon. Heck….we did it before while we were living in Denver, and got along just fine – so it shouldn’t be any different here….there are busses that go from here to LA and San Diego as well – not to mention the Amtrak trains here.
Some day I’ll go down to San Diego to see Ray-Ray where he works down at Lip’s Drag Club, and perhaps someday see Sea World again….of couse, Disneyland is quite close by too!
Of course….there are some things that make me sad as well. My best friend, Steve, got really sick right after we left and the area got socked with the worst snowstorm Denver had seen in 90 years. Steve is my mentor and teacher….and taught me a lot of life and how to be my own person – more like family than a friend. I think of him every night, and wish I could be there with him to wish him a speedy recovery. I miss the coffee klatches with my buds, as well as the pool nights. My friend Leroy came back to Denver shortly before we left, and I think about him all the time as well while he’s busily making a new life for himself at his new job.
Chuck…..my wonderful friend Chuck…..she keeps on fighting and making things work, no matter what life throws at her. I admire her for her determination and spirit. Someday we’ll meet up again, mon ami. There are so many friends I made while in Denver in the 5 years we were there – almost more than I made in all the years living in Montana!
Of couse, there are those there that I will not miss…..those who choose to use people and then stab them in the back when they are of no more use to them – those I will NOT miss at all. Those people will truly reap what they sow in life, as that is the path that they choose. They know who they are, so I need not mention who they are – not that they’ll be reading this anyway.
This is a time of change…..time to see what is out there.