And I think I just died…
Last Saturday, amidst the heavy rain and with tears threatening to match its intensity, I bid goodbye to my condo, and well, to my LB life for that matter. I know it’s a little outdated, but I just had to write about it. I wouldn’t go on rambling about how great life in condo was, and how memorable my last year was in LB. I think I’ve said (and written) enough about it that would probably make my nose (and other people’s) bleed due to serious nostalgia. Some memories are better left unwritten.
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I know I said I’d keep the condo, and that I’d still be hanging around in LB, pestering the genes and the penguins and all my other friends. Then one day, I woke up and I said to myself that it’s time to leave. Six long, memorable years are enough. And it’s time to say goodbye. Just so you know, I didn’t leave just because. I just had to. People say it’s time to move on. Well, they’re probably right in a way… But that’s not mainly the point. When you "move on", more often than not, you bury things in the past, say, after a bad relationship or after a death of a loved one. I don’t need to move on per se. I need to grow. And leaving LB is the first step. Moving on or not, whatever context it might fit in, I already left, and that’s the bottom line.
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Memories.. hmm, I’ve had my share alright. As cliche as it may sound, hell yeah, been there, done that! To actually write every single memory I’ve had, and to actually TRY to put into words the effect it had on me would be bullshit. Every memory, good or bad, has an impact in my life, significant or otherwise. And I guess, I have to thank the people I’ve shared all those memories with. You know who you are. Thank you for the happy times. Fuck you for the shitty times - but then again, thanks for the lessons anyway.
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It’s funny that I’m writing this so-called ode to elbi life bullshit in a computer shop here in LB. Pfft! I’ve been meaning to be "gone" for quite a while, but due to unexpected circumstances and a major sablay from Nesta, I was forced to spend a night here. It’d better be worth it! Haha! I had another night with the penguins, and it felt like nothing has changed. Well, there was one thing, actually. Yen and I visited my used-to-be condo and when we got there, well, it just didn’t feel like home anymore. Awww. It’s dark and empty and well, lifeless. I guess what’s left there are the memories that I CHOSE to leave behind. Hmm.
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Anyhoots, I’m now off to a place called the real world. See you when you get there. Tsktsk. This shit is bananas!
