Yesterday, I moved from the apartment that I had been in since I last got sober. I had been there for two and a half years. There were mixed emotions involved as I finished up cleaning it and left for the last time last night. I had some great memories there, and some not so pleasant once as well.
There were memories of spending time with friends there. Memories of the first time my girl and I made out on the couch. Memories of Christmas and New Years Day celebrations. So many good times! Then there are the times that I drank my self into oblivion... The last of which being the final four days of the miserable Hell before I left for rehab. I don't ever want to forget any of these memories, for they are the things that are a part of my journey.
My new place is great! I have a roommate that is also sober and in recovery. It's a big plus to have someone to talk to that might understand my thought process, But mainly, it'll keep me accountable and moving forward in my sojourn.
I love the new neighborhood a lot! It's three blocks from Greek Town, and it has a nice park that I plan on spending a lot of time at this summer. I got out today after putting my things away and took a walk to Greek Town and had a Gyro for lunch and then visited the Athenian Candle Co.. It's a funky little store that has all kinds of trinkets, icons, candles (of course) incense and other religious items. I just love it!
I really believe this move was meant for me, and I look forward to moving forward!