When I moved from Limekiln I moved into a 2b 1ba fully furnished. I had all the bells and whistles. My housewarming was epic. I chose that unit because I wanted The Ex to have a home office. I still recall the look on his face the first time he visited.

The next time I moved from Limekiln it was to the 2nd floor of a duplex. 2b 1ba and the munchkin was with me. We had a lot of good moments there. It was not the luxury of my other apt, but it was the closest thing to a home I made for us.

From there I went to a house in South Philly then to another house in South Philly then back to Limekiln.

The next place I would land after the incident was in the same complex I was ‘born’ in, hello irony.

From there it was Pottstown, then Baltimore, then back to Philly.

When I loaded up the cargo van for the drove West I was positive that this current address would be where I was for years. I lived that reality but not in the way one might think. From not being able to sleep here on the night of my arrival to today almost nothing has gone as I expected here. I pushed through though, like I often do and this was not different. This unit also turned out to be the most reflective of me even though it was chosen with a purpose that didn’t manifest.

I faced some choices leading up to this moment and I am thankful I’ve matured enough to be realistic about some things. While I love this space, I mean really love it this is not where I need to be at the moment. I know that because of where I am going and what that means. I had a lot of choices and the one that I landed on went smoothly. I still have yet another option available to me in a few months but we can talk about that one later.

I am not losing anything other than an overhead that doesn’t match the value. What I am getting in return is a more secure location, a more private location and I won’t have to watch the Volkswagon convertible randomly drive by. What I am least excited about is packing. I actually have shit now. I can’t get a cargo van and I will need 2 people to load and unload. The positive is Jose and them are right around the corner and I have Google translate.

I thought I would be here longer but the events of May 2022 put that timeline and the finish line must faster than I anticipated. It hasn’t always been simple to navigate things here. I did though. Not to spend a significant amount of time in that history lesson, but my presence here is the real life rebuttal of the narrative others tried to speak into existence about me. It wasn’t always simple because this was chosen for a life I didn’t get to live but it happened.

To remain would be to hang onto something that doesn’t serve me to prove something to someone who hasn’t earned the effort I would expend to prove it. I still need to grab some more packing supplies but I am in pack up and pack out mode. Streamline and purge mode.

The new address will have with it new adventures and I am excited to experience them all.