Anniversary

September is a jacked up month. 9/11. Katrina.

But on the personal front, it is also a month of anniversaries. Tomorrow it will be 2 years that I have been in my condo. Which is amazing, considering it was 10 years ago, that I was homeless off and on, that year.

It's amazing how much can change over the course of time. Surprisingly, I am not as wound up as I used to be, about maturing in to an older adult.

What's interesting, is that years that end in '6', tend to suck for me. In '86, we moved, and I went to two different middle schools that year. It was hard to make friends, and feel settled, with all the moving.

In '96, I was living in Boulder, and broke all the time. I gave up my apartment and became a sofa surfer. I got fired from my job because the manager had a personal issue with me, even though he was the one stealing money from the company.

Towards the end of the year, Dave and I began having issues, and fought a lot. Which subsquently, made me leave for Austin for two months. And upon my return, I discovered I was homeless and jobless again,
and had to move in with an acquantance of mine.

This year hasn't been any dandier, either. I am still dealing with the death of my friend Tom; who was more of an uncle figure last November. Dave and I have also been fighting mega-fights this year. So that, combined with a general sense of malaise, has made this a crappy year, as well.

The only good part, is that the year is almost over. And years that end in '7', are usually pretty great for me. Here's hoping.