Keys

Keys, keys, keys. Interesting items that are a mundane and generally unnoticed part of our daily lives. I've been thinking about them a lot these past few days.

I have been divesting myself of keys this past week, one set at a time. First my car keys went to their new owner. Next, the key to James' house. The mailbox key went with it. Tomorrow, I will leave Stephen's apartment, and leave his keys here for him. I will have no keys left but one: the key to the storage unit that holds 99% of my earthly possessions.

As I have left keys behind, I feel I have been shedding pieces of my past life. Each key gone was one more weight removed from my shoulders. Each key gone helped close the doors of my past behind me. Tomorrow I will have a new key: the key to my new home.

My new life is beginning. I can't wait!

Prelude

Perhaps in reality this is the "Intermission" of my life. Regardless, I have decided that I am declaring this a prelude to the rest of my life. I am breaking away, breaking out. I am leaving the place where I was born and raised, where I married and divorced, and where I have laughed and cried for my entire life. I am leaving this place behind, and making my way to a city that speaks to my soul. I leave here alone, with only my dog for company. This will be the story of my new life. I will write, as frequently as I can, about my new home and my new life. I will definately be pouring out my thoughts and emotions, and I seriously doubt that the tale will be linear in any way, shape, or form. My mind tends to meander down myriad paths, and I frankly see no reason to change things now.

This is me. This is my life.