i moved into the tiny house section of this house in altitude city with the help of someone i haven’t talked to since june of 2004 after a 1.5 day drive with a rowdy dog and some clothes that flew out of the back of someone else’s truck somewhere in arizona.
if i remember correctly, i unloaded my crap from my friend’s truck, tried to find somewhere to get food (traffic was awful on federal as it was the cinco de mayo crawl thingie), i was starving and it took me forever to find somewhere to eat. not knowing there was an amazing mexican restaurant around the corner from my house.
i dug out some blankets and a pillow, laid out on the only carpeted floor in my apartment and slept fitfully with my dog that first night. i believe i cried myself to sleep for reasons unrelated to the move, the apartment, or the city.
i’ve had the same address for two years. the last time that happened, um… i think it was the house i grew up in until i moved out to go to college 11 years ago.