Anniversaries

I looked at the calendar today and realized that tomorrow is the anniversary of when I moved from NJ. It has been in the back of my head for the last several weeks but now it is staring me in the face. A year. It seems like yesterday when I pulled away from the apartment with a very drugged up dog as my front seat passenger. The enormity of the situation didn't hit me until I was somewhere in Wyoming or Montana. I still don't think it has really set in or maybe it has and that is why the last month has been especially difficult.

It hasn't been an easy year. Honestly, it has been one of the most difficult times of my life. Up and down, up and down.

I used to work for a professor who used to spend every May 1st at a Chicago bar as he toasted the workers of the world. It was his personal holiday. I joined him one year and thought his choice of a bar was a little off. We celebrated at an up and coming microbrewery located in a changing industrial section of Chicago. I thought it would be more appropriate if we found a bar filled with more workers and not just a bunch of young people who were into good beer.

I don't think I want to celebrate this May 1st. I don't want to sit and reminisce about Union City with Elston. No drinking or special meal. No gifts. I just want to pretend that none of this happened. I guess I could toast survival but that doesn't seem right. I could toast some new start in my life but that doesn't seem entirely accurate or some cause of celebration. I'll probably mope and just watch more episodes of The Wire.