i’ve moved a lot in my life. some childhood relocations were due to familial unrest. then i wen to college and decided i should get as far away from familiarity as possible. thus started the nomadic life: from athens to atlanta. from there, beaumont, midland, seattle, houston, albany, denver and — in a few days time — boston.

so many friends made along the way. so many stories and adventures and memories. leaving denver, i am reminded of what my friends mean to me. they make me laugh and are sounding boards and (often) keep me from losing my shit. they are threads in the tapestry of my existence. they are my family when my blood relatives betray or alienate me.

i leave denver tomorrow and, while i’m definitely ready for a change of scenery, i will miss these people dearly. we’ve been here for 4 years. that’s the longest i’ve lived anywhere since i left college. as i get older i’m becoming less of a nomad, i think, as i long to live closer to some of my family/friends. perhaps i can convince them to come with next time.