Moving is never easy, and I think it's always taken me longer than my other siblings to settle in and feel like the new place is home. I hold on to the past the way a secret agent holds on to the bottom of a helicoptor: tight and with sincere reluctance to let go. It's always been that way even when I didn't like where we lived that much anyway.
And so it goes with Boise. While a lot of my things are finding homes in my new apartment, there are still boxes and moments I wish I was still hidden away in my teeny apartment that even the pizza guy had trouble finding. Tucked away until I wanted to be found, I'd venture out when I felt like it. I did have a few friends to spend time with, and tons of family, although I didn't always take advantage of either group while I could. I knew my way around very well, and knew right where to go for whatever I needed. Here it's a bit of a trick, but let me recomment Milwakee Street. It's got just about everything your little heart could desire on it, or so I discovered the other night. So that's a step...
I don't really remember moving being hard at an early age, the first move I remember that was hard was in 1st grade. We were so close to being done, but I guess at least we were moving to Idaho Falls and with family that time. It was far less upsetting once it was summer and school was out. And then we went to Livingston. ICK. I think the whole family would agree... but still moving from there to Pocatello was undesireable to someone who doesn't like change. I'd almost figured that stupid place out and my place in it, and then we left again. Pocatello was the hardest place to move from. We were all so happy there! And Billings was hard at first. Very hard. But it seems the harder you work to be happy in a place, you do come to love it a little more than the others. But surprisingly, it wasn't hard at all to move from Billings, although I initially didn't want to. At some point things weren't working out well to stay, I got frustrated, threw my hands in there air and said, "Well FINE! I'll just go to Spokane with my parents then!" followed by the most calm and reassuring feeling I've ever felt.
Whoa. Okay then.
So I moved, and loved it. Spokane was good for me. I think I got the polish I needed to feel confident and happier with myself there. I met the best friend I've ever had in my whole life and we continue to be friends now. I met other people that would change me, and not necessarily for the better, but I had life experience and am who I am. Not to say I don't regret it happened, because I do, but there's no undoing it now. Just moving forward.
And as I work on that here in Boise, I still feel like I made the right decision even if things aren't totally easy and comfortable yet... but I am making progress. I always want to take the whole staircase in one step instead of one step at a time. It's frustrating sometimes, but then I remember that although it may seem that some people get a free ride to Comfortville and Easytown... I have to walk and it's okay to look around and enjoy the scenery.