Friday, January 14, 2011

My New Apartment

One of my readers and his family have a small apartment building in Burbank, six units. I am moving into one of the one bedroom units. I went there today after work to get keys, look at the size again and determine what I would bring.

The person with the keys wasn't going to be there for a couple of hours so I walked down the street and investigated the stores and restaurants in the area. Everybody I spoke to told me how much they liked the town. Everyone I met was friendly and sort of low key, relaxed.

After getting the keys I drove home, 70 miles away. As I made the drive I actually felt light. I felt as if a weight were being removed from my body. I haven't felt that way since I was 12 and even then it was for but a moment. My life has been one of service to others and I am glad for that; but, too many just took and them came back for seconds and some of them had no gratitude. Don't get me wrong, the ones that were grateful more than made up for it. The funny thing is which ones were grateful and which weren't.

Anyways, as I drove home I felt light and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, I could see a better life. I am going from a 2700 sq ft home to a one bedroom apartment, I have lost all my money and barely keep any that I make and I am just thrilled. I felt free and I liked that feeling.

I am not a big fan of possessions. I never cared much for money as I have seen it do more harm than good to people who chase it and those who get it. I have never seen money make someone a better person. This is not to say that I have not met good people who used money in good ways; they were already decent people when they got the money and they could handle it. They are easy to spot, they would give up all their money and not be bothered.

So far every experience I have had in Burbank has been a positive one. I forgot something funny that happened. There is a building a couple of blocks from my apartment, when I saw it today I laughed. I dated a woman about two years ago and I dropped her off at the building. I didn't know where I was when I dropped her off, it was the only time I had been there.

I think things are going to get better. I think that is called hope. I always sort of felt that life just sort of sucked. My life experience has not been very positive. I cannot say I have been a pleasure seeker. I have accomplished all I set out to and that feels good. I made more money than I ever wanted, fortunately the ex managed to spend it so I was not bothered by it.

Entering this new stage of life I am actually a little excited. I feel anticipation rather than dread, that is a change. I want to take inventory of myself. I am in good health (regardless of what the doctors think, I feel great), I still have pretty good analytical abilities (nice to know the ex knows she was wrong, everything I said came true), I have some great friends and family who love me dearly and I kept my morals, I lived my life, my way.

Few years back I thought I was going to die and I was good with that. I remember sitting and thinking that I had done what I had set out to do. Now I have a new job. Now I will set out to do something new. What a target rich environment. I sense a new purpose is on the horizon.

Perhaps I will assist the City of Burbank, I can cut their costs by millions with little effort. I know my industry very well. This could be fun, I may have a new chew toy. Hmmmmm. I actually paused for about ten minutes here, my little mind at work, nothing good ever comes of that.

Hmmmmm. I should look at their budget, calculate how much I can save them and then show them how. In case your wondering, I don't want any money from them. Got enough to get by. But, this may give me something fun to do and very civic minded. Doing what I love for the place I live in, now that would be unique. See, this move is going to do me good. THIS COULD BE FUN.

Interruptions. Be well.

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