So the Thrill is Gone

My friends, so it seems that the thrill is gone.

And tomorrow I move out of this urban cultural melting pot into a suburban mesh that I am none too thrilled about it. But with all good things, they must come to an end, and the end is here. I had imagined the end will not come too soon. That I will not be ripped from this daydream into reality so soon. Sometime in between my search I thought fate would stop me, knock me into my senses, ask me, what are you doing? How can you even think of leaving this place? That was not to be.

It all comes to a head tomorrow. I would miss many things. Little things but they add up to a lot. Having to walk home after one too many drinks. Driving home knowing I am not the only car on the highway. The view from the 17th street bridge at night. The admiration you get from people when you tell them your coveted address. The smirk with a slight hint of envy that follows their next sentence. And then, they immediately delve into a host of questions, riddles that have been puzzling them about this place, hoping you have some type of answers. It's so predictably interesting. In between that envy and admiration, I always think that perhaps some thought with far too much envy and some how willed this day to be. But let's not think negative, shall we?

That is not to say this place is perfect. I hate having my office in my bedroom. I hate how tiny my closet is. I hate the moldy grout in the bathroom stall. I hate waking up to the sun that causes me to be cheery even when I don't mean to be. I hate some little things about this place. But overall, I can stand it. I stood it for 2 years. And out of everything that would have changed, I didn't think this would be the one. But it did.

The thrill is gone. The loft has driven off. I am glad I got to see this dream come to fruition. one down, a million more to go.