We’re MOVING! In the rain!

Something extremely startling happened to me today as I was browsing the world wide web. Bob Morane has linked Trailing Twilight on his favorite web designs list. I don’t know who you are Bob, but thanks for the reference, the visits, and I hope I continue to grow in design only to impress you. : )

I also wanted to take a moment to point out that the song of the week is my favorite Holiday song, and George Winston’s version of it is absolutely phenomenal. But be sure to check out his other stuff, such as his albums December, Forest, and Autumn because he is amazing and one of my favorite pianists. PS: Rue taught me to play some of this song on the piano and completely shocked me when he sat down and said, “Your favorite, huh?” And then just started playing it. Bravo.

The place is looking empty and I’m very excited about it. Rue and Tyler were there last night to help pack the place up, and we also spent some time relaxing. Rue brought over my new “packing buddy”, something he picked up despite that fact that we’re moving and trying to get rid of a lot of stuff. (We decided that penguins just don’t count.) So here he is, Milo the moving buddy.

A while ago when I was in the shower I thought of an idea, “Pieces of Me” and I finally got around to starting it yesterday. I’m going to include every once and a while a part of my life, past or current, in a small entry to hopefully give people the chance to get to know me. The “pieces” are going to be what you usually don’t see in just regular entries. Like, I used to swim. I like super hot showers. My favorite smell is, etc. If anyone would like to participate please feel free, and you can reference this entry if you’d like or if you’d rather not that’s fine too.

Well, tomorrow we get up early to head over and sign the lease and get the keys, and then we can start moving things over after two pm. Tomorrow is also Yule, so I’m hoping to enjoy a log on in the fireplace and a pumpkin pie to celebrate the holiday season back when it truly meant giving, love, and peace. And that’s what it means to me. And I guess we can spend it celebrating the move, and I plan to take everyone out to dinner before the 31st to celebrate too.

It’s strange to look at my apartment and think that I’m actually leaving; so much has happened this last year. We, the rascals, met (aside from Ash whom I met first) and we started hanging out quite a bit. There was our special spot. Our bike rides to Meijer at two in the morning. Fuze. Movies. Cards. Apples to Apples. Picnics. The cat and dog hospital. The celtic festivals. Swimming. (I still can’t get over the fact that Tyler jumped in before me that one day) The road trips downstate. Rue’s discovery of enjoyable music other than metal. (Shh!) Unreal Tournament. The huge ass cookies we baked. The endless amounts of pie. Playing tag in the dark. Guitar Hero. Super Puzzle Fighter Turbo. Thanksgiving dinner. The home movies. Playing in the snow (while it lasted). Fighting off parts of the past with a huge ugly stick to make way for the future. Waking up to Jei and Rue pulling all nighters. Blood, sweat, and tears. A few birthdays. (Four!)The hidden jazz music. Camping.

It’s almost been a year since Diary-X crashed, did you know that? But without it going down, I never would have actually gotten around to making my own site. Sure, I had my own personal writing and my RPG character profiles up, but as for my own daily thoughts, they’ve been floating around in cyberspace from Scribble, to Diaryland, to Diary-X, to Livejournal, and finally here. Home. And this home has grown so much too. A lot of readers followed me from D-X here, and new ones have showed up too. Three new readers from Sweden, France, and Mexico showed up in the last week.

So much has happened this year, some of it was good and some of it wasn’t so much so. I miss Mallory in the, no, our house. Kiki and Boozy have been gone for far too long already. And for the last while there it was pretty hectic but I’ll refrain from going into detail because it looks like everything is finally coming to a conclusion just in time for the New Year. There wasn’t and never will be anything wrong with people sharing their love, friendship, and understanding between each other, and that’s what we do, and finally we have the space to breathe and just be ourselves, friends made family. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I think I’m going to get teary eyed when all six of us have to turn in our keys. I was hoping to keep mine, slip it away, and lock this chapter of my life. But maybe there is still a way.

Thanks for a wonderful year.
And of course, as always, I’ll see you tomorrow.
I plan to have photos and a video of most of our move and hopefully some of Yule and perhaps some silly New Years resolutions so stay tuned.

I used to competitively swim, getting up at seven in the morning and riding my bike a mile to the pool to practice before school every day and finished when they no longer offered a swim team at my new school. I still have three medals from the final heat- silver for the 400 meter breaststroke relay, gold for the 800 meter freestyle and gold for the 400 meter medley relay.

It’s six o’clock in the evening, and I’m wide awake of course, but Jei tells me to take a break from what I’m doing and lay down with him and so of course I do. He’s mid-sentence and he trails off, and within seconds he’s breathing heavily and almost into a snore, which I’ve heard him do twice in the last two years. And I’m wide awake. I’m thinking I am going to get up as soon as his chest falling gets a little steadier, since I’m laying on him, and if I move I’ll surely wake him.

And then we’re driving, and it’s a bright and beautiful July day, the sun is filtering in through the leaves. I’m in the backseat taking pictures of the outside. I’m really excited, we laugh and point, hot air balloon! Mallory and Jei are next to me. Jei’s talking to Rue and we’re looking out the backseat window. It’s good. And then Mal says to me, I’m sorry, I’m depressed, and I’ve started taking drugs, I just miss you. But I can’t go back now, I’m in trouble.

It came out of nowhere and we’re all shouting over each other and then Tyler pulls the car over really hard and points to the hot air balloon which is crashing down a few yards away. We start running. A school bus turns at the curb, and somehow is pulling the balloon’s basket with the woman who looks strikingly like my mother still inside. It tips with children inside and there’s a dirty river that Tyler falls into when trying to avoid the falling bus and still trying to get to the children. I look and have to decide between these kids and Tyler. Jei goes for the kids and so does Mallory.

I go for the river.
It’s cold and I can’t find Tyler. His leg is caught between two wooden posts that are stuck into the river. There are several posts I have to swim around to get there- and then this disgusting octopus type arm grabs me and it’s gross and I am thrashing in this cold, green river, stuck in these posts and Tyler grabs me and pulls me up. I can see Jei and Mallory pulling kids out of the bus. Tyler says to me, wake up, now.

I wake up fully expecting my alarm to be ready to go off, as usually my eyes open about two seconds before it’s set to go. But it’s dark out. And not dawn dark. It’s got to be three or four in the morning. What time is it? I get up and go to my computer, sitting down and rubbing my eyes. Rue gets off work at eleven and I must have missed it. But if he had called, I would have woken up. Of course my email is open, as it always is, and I open a message to Tyler to tell him this crazy dream.

Then Gmail refreshes and I see the email from Mallory saying her phone is dead so she’s emailing and she wants to come over. So I’m feeling odd and strange and this feeling isn’t going away and I’m telling Tyler about this dream and then Rue calls ten minutes later, giving me enough time to wake to his call but also I would have missed Mallory’s email, and her my response, and she might not have come over.

So, Rue’s on his way over and Mal should be here any second. I just had to share.