Okay so I’m just testing this. Well this is going to be so strange. I hope I don’t wake up my wife. She’s sleeping in the other room. Its 4:40. Well speech to text isn’t very good. But it’s intended anyway. Like I said it’s 4:48 a.m. This is actually quite awesome.

I have tendinitis. So it sucks. The last few weeks has been pretty hard. Everything else did come together. There has to be a few setbacks. For example I found out I apparently owe the government some just T because they failed to recognize what I said in my income taxes. The government is stupid that way. Other setbacks such as you know hidden or not hidden but costs that were not expected. Overall it turned out okay.

We moved here on June to 30th. On July 1st we came back here to grab the rest of the miscellaneous stuff. I had my wife take a few pictures for me of our old house. I have to admit that I noticed I do not have as much of an attachment to my old house but I do have a major attachment to all of the things that happened at that house. For example I look through some old pictures and videos of my old house and the things that has happened over the years there. If I look at those pictures and videos I don’t feel anything specific way except nostalgia. However if I start thinking about those specific events, remembering certain a very specific things in those events, then it brings me some oddly shaped emotional attachment.

So as I said we moved into the new place on June 30th. I do not believe this apartment is worth as much as we bought it for. However, I believe that despite the traffic noise during the daytime and some of the evenings in the weekend, it is a good place to live. I have a few times walked around richmond High School and I noticed that I am somewhat disappointed. I am disappointed that the school is not as large nor epic as I remembered it from my childhood. Perhaps I could be biased, but I see things with my own eyes and I see that my old high school Henry James Cambie, is just much larger and prettier. Of course my old high school has a much nicer surrounding Park and scenery. The neighborhood I lived at prior to this one is much cleaner, larger, more beautiful, quieter and i’ve had most of my life there.

So thinking back on everything, august 1st which was a few days ago which was last Tuesday, was going to be my 20-year anniversary having lived in my old place on McNeely Drive. Alas, we were practically 1 months short of 20 years.

I am not so much missing my old home, but rather I had wish that we continue to live there. Even now I dick up old memories like the time when Jason ding and Patrick Leung came over to plan for our camping trip at Garibaldi. The time when I sat out at the bench outside the front door looking up at the stars while I waited for my friends to come. The time when I had my friends over to play D&D, gathering our materials to set off in our short ish walk to Robin’s Donuts on Bridgeport and sweden way. I remember it was I believe summer 1996, thought I first heard of Robert Miles’ song children playing on the radio of my Walkman, while we we’re taking a break from our game. Dice, pen, paper and a whole bunch of other things we’re all over the tables. It was a bunch of us.

All of those made up a past, for better ever worst, but at the end of the day, everything made up who I am today. So here I am, at 5:04 a.m., in this little computer room, just having a little drink: William’s sir Perry traditional English Style imported pear cider, imported from England 6% alcohol 500ml, a bit bitter for my tastes.

So here is a toast to Grand old memories, ex-lovers, everlasting friendships, broken friendships, new friendships and me. To my old home of nearly 20 years, to my old neighborhood of nearly 31 years, a huge thank you, I would not trade you for anything.

Another toast to new memories, my wife, my dog Rudi and to perhaps a life to build better memories, evolved experiences. Cheers to all.

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