A Beginning

I once tried to navigate my way through the blogosphere several years ago, only to find that I was not ready to do much except point out relevent events, thoughts, and memories that only made sense to me and those that would (maybe) read my entries. After a while, it grew trite and I moved on because I wasn't really offering anything beneficial. Further, my writing style was, in my opinion, piss-poor. Now, I believe I have more perspective on an array of subjects that could be of some potential importance to somebody.
At this point in life, I've reached a proverbial "fork in the road" moment. My best friends are moving away (with the exception of one who is actually moving back) to pursue their happiness in life. I'm joining the mass exodous in several months when I make my sojourn to the great Northwest's Emerald City: Seattle. But in the mean time, I have a lot to think about. Why did I decide to leave in the first place? What is so bad about Columbus? I don't believe it really has to do with whether Columbus is a good or bad place to be. I've loved my time here, but it's time to move on. Further, and maybe more abstractly, I have too many memories here. Seemingly everywhere I go, there is a memory of one thing or another that reminds me of what I once had in one place. With the departute of so many deeply loved people at one time, it's like being left at a gas station while the car you were in drives off.
One might ask, wouldn't you have those memories regardless of whether your friends were in town or not? Yes, of course. But the difference is now there is no time to reminisce, and only time to reflect; to reflect on what once was, and what may be again someday. And honestly, it's depressing. I know that I'll talk to all of these people again, and probably fairly often. But it's the access to them that I will miss. The ability to capriciously decide something to do on any given day. Now things need to be planned in advance and it's just not what I am used to. I'm sure, given time, the currently held feelings will subside, but the feelings that won't vanish are those that I've always held for all of my--for all intents and purposes-- brothers and sisters. Ben, Brian, Kishore, Stephen, Dean, Rosou, Steph, AV, and Gert. I love you all.