June 25th

It was this day last year. I remember a lot very clearly. I was leaving work early due to my lack of computer access. He took the day off (and I did think it was odd that he he was bringing Nikki to camp even though he was going to be home).

I never could have guessed how much good/hope/strength/freedom would come as a result of that day.

It seems like I am dwelling alot on the past in this respect. And you know what? Maybe I am. But writing about my memories helps me. No one else wants to hear it, I don't want to rehash events verbally. I don't want to make anyone else upset or uncomfortable, or censor myself in any way. Thinking back and writing my thoughts down allow me to place things in their proper perspective and to really come to terms with them. I know it's been a year but I still have some chaotic feelings that haven't been soothed. SO many ignored signs that I let it get to a point where my face was being busted into the floor, broken nose and splattered blood. Being held captive and pummeled climaxed and ended on the same day...

A Summer Without Violence

It is hard to believe that I left DC nearly one year ago. I haven't had a truly enjoyable summer since 2005 when I left the Big M. Arlyne and I spent those toasty months taking roadtrips, touring wineries, enjoying DC after dark, and sharing post-date stories. Aside from the Morton's slump and how much I despise working there right now, I am happy and feel very blessed. I have a wonderful apartment, live so close to beaches, I have extraordinary flexibility in my jobs, and met an Ecuadorian (read, man) who I can be myself with.

I still want to move around- to change scenery and to find a writing job that challenges me.