Mmmm recollections and more

This morning I wore short sleeves...I was certain that because of the bright sun that was coming into my window that it was going to be humid and hot as it was yesterday.  I opted to wear a short sleeve polo today.  Not my typical pick.  I really hate polos actually.  I don't think they are flattering on me at all. In fact the older I get the more set in my ways I get about style. Right now is this terrible "I NEED A NEW WARDROBE!" phase.  I'm purposely waiting for a few months before that happens.  Why?  Because of love fall...but I digress....so I wear a polo today.  I walk outside and it's actually a tad chilly.  Of course the day I don't wear long sleeves it's actually cool. Go figure.  BEcause honestly on a day after I pigged out at Blockheads with food AND had three margaritas I'm feeling the next day bloat.  I would never opt to wear something I feel totally uncomfortable in.  But whatever--those are my issues.  Honestly if I could wear gym shorts, a hat, and a hoody every day I would be in HEAVEN! SO comfortable.  Unfortunately the corporate world doesn't share my point of view on that. :-(  

I got to the train a few minutes late this morning and of course there are tons of people waiting for the train--which means one hasn't come in the past 10 minutes--which MEANS the train that will be coming will be completely packed and everyone will have to jam into a small car and it's going to be the most uncomfortable ride.  Sure enough I was right.  The train car smelled so strongly of body odor it was disgusting!  I couldn't believe how gross it was.  It's on these days that I truly miss hopping into my little car and driving to the office...listening to my music, etc.  Wouldn't that be nice. 

I was thinking the other day...on August 31 it will have been a full year since I've left BG.  It's crazy to me to think that an entire year has passed.  This time last year I was packing and getting ready to say so many goodbyes.  Preparing myself for that was one of the toughest things.  Leaving the place I knew for 7 years...the place that essentially became my home.  It was so difficult.  A year ago I couldn't imagine what my life would ever shape into, what it would become, and where I would end up.  When I left that day there were many tears, many kind words said, things that meant the world to me.  That long drive back to my parents-knowing I was truly saying goodbye to that life-was the hardest thing.  And after that...my weekend before coming to New York was the hardest.  Yet I made the decision-it had to happen.  I've kept in touch with the people who have chosen to also make an effort to stay in touch with me.  It's funny that time goes on and we forget about those tears and forget about all of what made us sad.  I guess that makes us human-when we're saying goodbye we don't want to let go.  We eventually do let go because we have to move on.  It's the beauty of life.  I'm so happy to be where I'm at in my life right now.  I'm surrounded by people who love me and who I love--I'm doing what I want to do--I'm paying the bills--I have found my soul mate--I'm happy. Life is so beautiful....

Justin