If you have access to this page then you’re most likely an old friend or family member and so the need for me to retell the tale of my escape from Boston is unnecessary. The brief answer is to say that I was desperately, unfathomably unhappy, and for the first time in a long while I saw an opportunity to both better my life and to escape from my circumstances.
The majority of the people who know me don’t understand exactly what happened to cause my hatred for the city of Boston, and I have enough insight to know that my feelings aren’t rooted in any particularly well-grounded system of reasoning. I’m not sure I’ll ever entirely recover from my time living in Massachusetts. I feel the wounds from my life there the way that a person feels a wound that’s still healing. It pulls at me, like a puckering of the skin around a gash that will never completely fade.
My friend Jeff, honest in a way that many of my other friends are too afraid (or tactful) to be, told me at one point that I was an incredibly bitter person. I wasn’t upset when he said this because he wasn’t wrong, and because his statement wasn’t made due to feelings of spite. He had noticed something in myself that I was already aware of. Living in Boston made me a worse person than I had been previously. My time there poisoned me, a poison that I feel I am still trying to work out of my system.
When I first moved to DC I had a moment, walking a few blocks from my new home in Capitol Hill, when I was struck by my new life. It was probably the closest I have ever come to praying or believing in god. I hadn’t just left Boston, I had escaped. I escaped from my old life and I had, and still have, an opportunity to better myself. It’s more than I could have asked for, and hopefully not more than I deserve. I will make the best of my new circumstances.
Saturday evening, 1/23/10
The cross in the image is unintentional but awesome nonetheless.
At 2:39 someone started frantically ringing the door bell to my apartment and knocking on the door, and I heard my landlady’s voice. I think someone may be trying to break into the apartment, but she doesn’t seem to have called the police yet and she’s hyper vigilant about just about everything. If I keep hearing noises I may call and request a wellness check.
2010, you’re disappointing me so far!
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