|My life September 2011.|
After I got home, I had a hard time getting oriented to the new life. I was living with my parents, and struggling to move past the anger from the process of divorce. I became disassociated from everyone except from my daughter, which I still am a little bit to this day. Finally, I was able to move out. I remember how excited I was when I bought a couch. I had bought everything for my daughters room, but for the longest time it was the only piece of furniture of mine in the apartment. A few months after moving in, I lost my job and didn't have a pot to piss in. I was collecting unemployment and was ashamed of it.
But, I didn't give up. Just this past weekend, I finally got a real bed. One that doesn't sit a foot off the ground. And you bet your ass it's a king size. It was a present from my parents for my birthday. Sure, its only a bed, but it is more than a place to rest my head at night. The headboard is about six feet high, and the thing barely fits in my room. But for me, it puts a large part of my past to rest, and I can move forward knowing that things are starting to come together.
So, two years down the road, I have a couch, a bed, and a mission to complete. And as corny as this may sound, I actually shed a few tears today, with a smile on my face as I was making my bed. Two years of finding my way. Two years of finding myself. Two years of never giving up.