Astoria As My New Paris & Other Thoughts

Felt inspired today, so although it got quite difficult at times to keep on swimming (breaks did happen), I think I managed to get lots done. Seems like I must've gotten lots done, if the stack of boxes I built from all the empties tossed down the basement stairs over the course of the day is any indication. Eventually everything will get to where it/they will live. At least some things though now reside in a bag/box heading to Goodwill for someone else to enjoy.

Managed to chuck out a mess of old papers today, too, which felt a combo of oh-so-good to have 'em gone and ohmigawd embarrassed for having held onto them for so long without having culled 'em before. *sigh* Better late than never, babysteps, and other aphorisms meant to make me feel a bit better 'bout it all. ;-P It'll be a full recycling bin week, so whoo-hoo!

Meanwhile, realized earlier today that Astoria's become a classic spot to which I take the most special folks in my life, much like Paris was when I lived in England (1985-86). Feels good and healing to have Astoria continue as a special spot in my life. 'Twas the site of my first date w/someone and where we spent several good anniversaries together before going our separate ways. It remains quite a nice spot to visit on the way to (and to facilitate the process of) getting to know various folks better/more/deeper.

The rain's pouring down now. The feeling of Home is strong and solid. Loving Hive Magnum and my life here. The future's unknown, but that's okay.