I keep going back to things that played a big part of my past. It's strange. And it's not always in my control. I'll be 26 in less than two weeks (March 8, if you so wish to mark your calendars). From 1997-2010, I lived in one house. I basically grew up there. I remember places I lived before that, and of course, places I lived after that.

In 2010, after a big family fallout (which has mostly been resolved), I moved with my mom and stepdad to his house in WV. I was driving an Infiniti at the time, and working at a call-center 40 hours a week doing customer service. Around the same time that I moved out to WV, I met the girl who later became my fiancée, and the mother of my daughter. We dated for some time, and then she moved in with myself, my mom, and stepdad. After a while, things got strained, so we moved into her mom's. I quit my job over stupid conflicts. I didn't have the Infiniti anymore, either. Then, after things got strained at her mom's, we moved back into my mom's. Then, we found out she (my fiancée) was pregnant. I got another job, also a call-center, the following week. We went out and bought a car, a Cavalier. It was junk. After our daughter was born, we started trying to find our own place, and moved out on our own for the first time that summer, in 2012. We lived in one rental for about six months, and then we moved into another rental, on a bad side of town, and lived there for a year and a half. It was miserable. Her parents had some bad luck, and had to move in with us for over a year. Then, in the summer of 2014, something happened.

We ended up buying the house that I grew up in. We had been trying to sell it for some time. My uncle was the proper owner of the house, and my mom was paying him each month for the cost of the house, and she was trying to get out from under it. In essence, we agreed to pay back my uncle, what my mom owed him originally. In return, the house was ours, as long as we kept up on the payments. Neither one of us has good credit, and we wanted to buy a house, so this worked really well. 5 bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths, 3400sqft, with incredible views and lots of character, and a brand new deck, for about $35k, paid off by 2021 at the latest. No interest, no closing costs, no banks to go through, just lots of paperwork.

Now, as far as the jobs are concerned, I was still at that second call-center job, up until this past December, staying there for over three years. I left there, going to a place taking care of individuals with intellectual disorderes, thinking it would be an improvement. That didn't work out, so I am back with that same call-center job. Funny how that works.

I'm also, as you know, driving an Infiniti again. A different one, but still, same make. The other one was small and black, this one is bigger and white. Usually it's the opposite, ha!


Also, funnily enough, I'd gained a bunch of weight when my fiancée was pregnant, and now I've lost a good chunk of that, and I can fit back into my old clothes that I used to wear. For the first time in almost four years, I'm down below 200lbs, which for me, is a big deal.

So, basically, there are some things you can't escape in your life. I own the house that I grew up in, I outright own the same make of car that I used to make payments on, I'm working the same type of job I used to work, and I'm wearing the clothes I wore before my daughter was born, and I couldn't be happier.


Life works in some funny coincidences sometimes. I guess things are meant to be a certain way for some people, and I take a little bit of comfort in the way that things have worked out. I've put a lot of work into my life, and experienced some failures, so these successes make me feel good. In the grand scheme of things, it may not mean a whole lot, but it's peace for now. Things aren't perfect, but they never are.

This writing is probably altogether pointless, and may not mean anything to anybody here. I just felt like putting some words on a screen. Just wanted to point out, that no matter how much things change for a lot of people, the older parts of our lives never really go away, even as we change and mature. I'm a much different person than I was five years ago, when my life took a huge, irreversible change, but it's nice to hold on to those little pieces that remind us where we came from, and gives us a reason to keep working to get what we deserve in life.


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