A year and a day.

It’s been 366 days since I moved to Houston, and I’ve learned a few things:

  1. Making new friends and growing old friendships are two different skills. You need both.
  2. The best moments yet to come cannot make up for missing the past. Live for the now.
  3. Everyone loves and hates, and you can’t always be loved, but you won’t always be hated.
  4. If given the choice between having lots of money or helping a friend and being broke, don’t go for the money. I have proof that helping a friend is more rewarding.
  5. Some men wear make-up, and they aren’t all gay men.
  6. It’s ok to make a friend cry when it’s from joy.
  7. When they cry because you move out of their place, it’s really sucky, but you can’t stop them. You will cry, too.
  8. Having no furniture of your own sucks.
  9. Air-mattress + bad-lower-back = weird night of almost sleep.
  10. A coffee maker is a great housewarming gift.
  11. After making a mess, clean up. No matter how bad the mess was, the fact that you cleaned it makes it ok.

While I haven’t spent a lot of time elaborating on my living situation, it’s changed now anyway so why give you old information. Are things better or just different? I don’t know yet, but I know that it is the right time to move out. For some reason the universe had stopped me from being able to move out from The Cheerleader’s house, but this time everything fell into place smoothly, so it must be the right time to do it. I just hope that The Cheerleader still comes out to play every once in a while.