“Comes over one an absolute necessity to move. And what is more, to move in some particular direction. A double necessity then: to get on the move, and to know whither.”
-D.H. Lawrence
And so it is. Moving day. You know that I have never in my life -ever- moved as a conscious, internally motivated choice. It is also the first time I have ever gotten an apartment of my own, on my own. No co-signer, no deposit equal to 6 months rent, no roommate.
Other attempts at living on my own were largely disastrous, so I have a bit of anxiety over it. But other attemtps at living on my own were before I was sober, the way we mean sober in AA, so I am also hopeful.
I’m packed - except for the computer. Not much to pack, really. Remember 16 months ago I was homeless. Everything I owned could be stuffed into a backpack. Lots of stuff to buy to make a working household again. Since I’ve been sober there is nothing I’ve needed that I’ve gone without, though.
I honestly didn’t think I was going to be able to do this. I thought I’d have to live with roommates for the rest of my life. Something about roommates is a bit of a barrier, though. I’m pretty sure that God wants me to have a life that’s mine. I don’t want to have to ask for space or privacy to work with a sponsee. I want to listen to Broadway musicals without feeling like I’m imposing. (Yes! I’m THAT GAY! Shut up.) (LOL)
So it is going to take a couple of days to hook up the world-wide umbilical cord and whatever, but other than that I think everything is in place. Everything is ready. I’m ready.
“Grant me strength as I go out from here to do your bidding. Amen.”
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Good luck with the move and congratulations on the new place. And hey, my husband loves Broadway musicals. Hm, perhaps there’s something else about his sex life that I don’t know…
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I want to listen to Broadway musicals without feeling like I’m imposing. (Yes! I’m THAT GAY! Shut up.)
OMG, I AM HOWLING!!!
i adore you
many blessings in your new homestead. shall i send you some dark french roast for that early morning you spoke of a while back, or a subscription to the Times?(actually, i was thinking Village Voice…)
LOVE YOU!
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I can feel your happiness oozing all the way from Idaho to Seattle! I’m very excited for you, and I know you will adjust quite well. Such a huge step that proves the hope you clung to feebly in the past was all worth it, and genuine!
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wow- the very best of luck…
oh, and i tagged you …
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Congrads! What an exciting time for you!
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Congrats on this major move in your life.
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I’ve been there. It’s wonderful. Stay connected with your program, spend time with friends and luxuriate in your freedom!
When I finally got my own place after my struggles with addiction, codependency, abusive relationships and brief homelessness, I kept thinking about Mare Winningham’s line at the end of “St. Elmo’s Fire” where she talks about getting her own apartment and making a peanut butter sandwich in the middle of the night.
Enjoy!
Peace,
Dharma,
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Hey Chris, Just stopping by to catch up. I am so happy for you getting your very own place! Glad to hear you got to spend time with your sister. On the other subject, just proves that money cannot buy what we have. Best to you! How’s that scooter running?
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Hey, that last comment was from me.
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Congratulations! (hang on… I think I just said that in the last post) but I mean it.
Enjoy the peace. I’m a tiny bit envious of the peace.
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Woo hoo! that is such good news - things that used to baffle us, eh? Good on ya!
Wish we could have a “virtual house warming party” for you!
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oh, and i just tagged you in a meme, i was tagged by a recovery person and am tagging recovery people. hope you don’t mind.








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