the last days of the first days of my life.

i'm at a point in my life where change is a constant. not always good change, not always bad. but i've been observant of it. and i feel that i'd finally like to document some of it. for what reason i still really don't know. maybe just to see if i'll actually trick myself into finishing something, or maybe even a few things ..? anyways, in 4 days i'm moving out of the codependent house my family lives in. i'm moving to the peninsula where life is a lot slower paced, or so i think it should be. i'm doing this as i leave a home where my 88 year old grandfather and 86 year old grandmother live, their oldest daughter, my mother lives in the basement. so yeah, i moved home from san diego california fresh off a breakup with a pretty blonde lady and life living in a tent. i moved back into the house i'd lived in two times before. got a job at the a thrift store on the outskirts of the city. i've been realizing that working to get to my days off is a draining way to live. especially when you're working for minimum wage, only because of the excuse you don't want to work in a restaurant anymore. anyway. i got fed up. walked out of my job and decided i'm moving to the peninsula town of port angeles. a small logging town just south of vancouver island on the u.s. side of the strait of juan de fuca. i'd been going out to the peninsula to surf and fish nearly everyday i had off of work. so when things started piling up at home i decided i'd lokk for a place to rent over there. i found a room for rent in a house in west port angeles for 400$ a month. so i'm doing it. but as the day to move gets closer to today things have been changing for myself and the ones around me. and i'm finally writing about it.