We Fit Our Lives Into A 10×10 Box

Well, today was moving day. And everything went flawlessly. My dad and I had nowhere to put our stuff for the month, so we moved the entire apartment into a storage unit that was, you guessed it, 10 feet by 10 feet. I’m camping out at my mother’s house until Tuesday, then it’s time to go.

It finally feels like the loop is breaking.

Every morning for the past two months, I have woken up to the same view out of my bedroom window. The same grey parking lot and the same noises of parents dragging their whiny children down the stairs and off to school. Eventually, the mornings just blend together into this messy soup of memory that I can only vaguely piece together. It’s the same feeling as when a record skips, and just plays the same two seconds of the song looped. The singer’s voice says the same word over and over again. But after a while, it doesn’t even sound like a human voice anymore, just this looped sound. The music looses it’s purpose. And the same goes for the past two months. The days merged, they flew by, and after a while, they didn’t seem like days anymore. Just these vague purposeless moments. And I am happy beyond belief that I might have some chance to give my days purpose again.

I’m only going to say this once.

Peace, Nanaimo. It’s been fun.

Anyways, I’ve been putting off posting this for a while, and I want to get it up, and stop reminding myself to post it. I frequent the Longboarding SubReddit, where I do all my Longboarding things online, and somebody posted this video. After careful deliberation, I have decided that this is probably my favourite YouTube video of all time. You can apply it to whatever you want. The words will still mean the same thing.

Sorry for the rambling, indirect post. I’m a mess right now and trying to keep up with my life. But I will post whenever I can in the next three days. I won’t forget.

The amount of people who have followed this blog doubled after my last post, so thank you for taking my advice. I’m a terrible self-promoter and a brutally self-conscious blogger, so having people read what I post means a lot to me. If you enjoy what I do, please encourage someone you know who might like this kind of thing to check my blog out. And that’s all I have to say about that.

I dismantled an apartment today and it’s already the 29th. I’m going to bed.

-A

Moving

I’m writing this post while some people are touring my apartment. My dad and I are moving, so we have to deal with our landlord bringing people through and checking that we have kept the place in good condition. After a few years, you get used to this kind of thing. In my life I’ve lived in 13 homes in 3 countries. I’ve met people who have only lived in one house since they were babies, I can’t even begin to fathom how that would feel. All I can think is how lucky they are. I had no option of making long-lasting friendships as a child. I have no friends who I grew up with. They all live in other countries.

This morning my dad and I bought plane tickets to Guatemala. We’ll be living there for November, then we’re coming back to BC and starting again in Victoria. Three weeks after we come back, I’m flying to Livermore, California to visit my girlfriend for New Years, her birthday and the better part of January. So from the looks of it, being 15 started really fantastically, ended really fantastically, and everything in between was mostly clinical depression. And I am really REALLY looking forward to not being in this town anymore.