New city...
New state...
New career...
Its never ending... and it excites me.
Well... this past Monday I went into work and placed a letter of resignation on my Father's desk. In about 3 weeks I will be unemployed for the first time in 4 years.
On February 1st I will start an awesome journey. Starting in Tampa and
ending in Portland, Oregon. I was accepted into Western Culinary
Institute a couple months ago and have been making plans ever since.
Portland has been a place I have always wanted to live. An hour from
the beach. An hour from the mountains. What could be better?
I will not be alone. My friend Josh is heading out there with me. I
have a good friend from college who lives out there as well. Josh and I fly out there this weekend to look at apartments/houses.
Hopefully we can find something in a decent price range.
The most common response to this news is "Why?"
A simple question that has a very long yet simple answer.
In an effort to stay away from the life point that I am about to speak of I have decided to longer say that past couple years have been the worst of my life. However... I'll attempt to explain.
It started nearly 2 years ago at a start of a love story that was never meant to be. I, a lonely man of 23 had met someone that I was very happy with. Someone that I was convinced I was going to marry and spend the rest of my days with.
Long story short... it ended long before I was ready for it to. For a long time I was very very bitter over the situation. I had also become the guy that "didn't get it". I would try to call.... when I shouldn't have. I had written emails... when I shouldn't have. I became the annoying guy that every women hates to ever be involved with.
My emotional state was compounded by other issues as well. The ministry that I had been a part of for 2 years had begun to struggle and I was forced to leave it. My friends began to move away, get married, or just stop socializing with me. I had become "Lonely Jim" again.
For the first time in my life I will admit I was depressed. In this depression I had lost the ability to love... and I mean anybody. I'm not sure if I was afraid to trust anybody with my love again... or if I had just become a bitter asshole. I shunned my family because they "didn't understand". My remaining friends were happy and I didn't want to be around it. I stayed away from church because I felt burned. I did everything I could do to keep myself lonely.
And then came the alchohol.... and man did it come with ferocity. I recall nearly a whole bottle of Jameson magically become empty in a single night. I think I recall singing "Don't stop believing" in a fake irish bar. I might think that I recall slightly a trip to New Orleans that involved big ass beers, hurricanes, whiskey, more beer and a really bad strip club.
*TO BE CONTINUED*
New state...
New career...
Its never ending... and it excites me.
Well... this past Monday I went into work and placed a letter of resignation on my Father's desk. In about 3 weeks I will be unemployed for the first time in 4 years.
On February 1st I will start an awesome journey. Starting in Tampa and
ending in Portland, Oregon. I was accepted into Western Culinary
Institute a couple months ago and have been making plans ever since.
Portland has been a place I have always wanted to live. An hour from
the beach. An hour from the mountains. What could be better?
I will not be alone. My friend Josh is heading out there with me. I
have a good friend from college who lives out there as well. Josh and I fly out there this weekend to look at apartments/houses.
Hopefully we can find something in a decent price range.
The most common response to this news is "Why?"
A simple question that has a very long yet simple answer.
In an effort to stay away from the life point that I am about to speak of I have decided to longer say that past couple years have been the worst of my life. However... I'll attempt to explain.
It started nearly 2 years ago at a start of a love story that was never meant to be. I, a lonely man of 23 had met someone that I was very happy with. Someone that I was convinced I was going to marry and spend the rest of my days with.
Long story short... it ended long before I was ready for it to. For a long time I was very very bitter over the situation. I had also become the guy that "didn't get it". I would try to call.... when I shouldn't have. I had written emails... when I shouldn't have. I became the annoying guy that every women hates to ever be involved with.
My emotional state was compounded by other issues as well. The ministry that I had been a part of for 2 years had begun to struggle and I was forced to leave it. My friends began to move away, get married, or just stop socializing with me. I had become "Lonely Jim" again.
For the first time in my life I will admit I was depressed. In this depression I had lost the ability to love... and I mean anybody. I'm not sure if I was afraid to trust anybody with my love again... or if I had just become a bitter asshole. I shunned my family because they "didn't understand". My remaining friends were happy and I didn't want to be around it. I stayed away from church because I felt burned. I did everything I could do to keep myself lonely.
And then came the alchohol.... and man did it come with ferocity. I recall nearly a whole bottle of Jameson magically become empty in a single night. I think I recall singing "Don't stop believing" in a fake irish bar. I might think that I recall slightly a trip to New Orleans that involved big ass beers, hurricanes, whiskey, more beer and a really bad strip club.
*TO BE CONTINUED*
