Is it ok to change for a person?
What if the person changes you?
I feel like someone stuck a pin in this post. But those are the essential questions.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
New House
I have never moved. I've lived in the same place since I was born, and my dad lived there for a short time before my parents got married.
My next door neighbors have always been close friends. Sometimes they're annoying, sometimes they start drama with the neighbors, and sometimes they take advantage of me when I watch their kids (10 minutes turns into 2 hours), but for all their faults (there are some I can't even talk about here), they're really good people and I'm going to miss them when they're gone.
And they're just about gone at this point. They have finally risen above apartment dwelling into the realm of home ownership and they spend most of their time at their new house although they technically still live next door.
They asked me to help them move, and I figured that although they'd ask me to do way more than I would want to and that they'd probably never give me the promised gas money in return for my services, I would still do it, just to be nice.
Their new house is nothing fancy, but still, when I got there I got this feeling I'd really never had before. Seeing the newness of everything and how unadulterated the back yard was made me feel like this was a fresh start for them. They have alot of problems, and I felt like the problems weren't going to follow them here, no, not to this house. Everything was like a blank canvas, so new and fresh and perfect. There was nothing in the back yard. No dilapidated sheds, no clutter, no swing sets, no half dead trees. Just green grass. Inside, the carpets were new and clean and there wasn't alot of furniture. What was there was in its place and there was no mess all over like they have in their old house. It was a strange feeling, but a good one. I was happy for them, and I still am.
Perhaps the next time I go to their new house it will be full of toys and garbage and dirty clothes like their old place, but maybe not. I just hope they can keep their old ways at bay in their new house.
My next door neighbors have always been close friends. Sometimes they're annoying, sometimes they start drama with the neighbors, and sometimes they take advantage of me when I watch their kids (10 minutes turns into 2 hours), but for all their faults (there are some I can't even talk about here), they're really good people and I'm going to miss them when they're gone.
And they're just about gone at this point. They have finally risen above apartment dwelling into the realm of home ownership and they spend most of their time at their new house although they technically still live next door.
They asked me to help them move, and I figured that although they'd ask me to do way more than I would want to and that they'd probably never give me the promised gas money in return for my services, I would still do it, just to be nice.
Their new house is nothing fancy, but still, when I got there I got this feeling I'd really never had before. Seeing the newness of everything and how unadulterated the back yard was made me feel like this was a fresh start for them. They have alot of problems, and I felt like the problems weren't going to follow them here, no, not to this house. Everything was like a blank canvas, so new and fresh and perfect. There was nothing in the back yard. No dilapidated sheds, no clutter, no swing sets, no half dead trees. Just green grass. Inside, the carpets were new and clean and there wasn't alot of furniture. What was there was in its place and there was no mess all over like they have in their old house. It was a strange feeling, but a good one. I was happy for them, and I still am.
Perhaps the next time I go to their new house it will be full of toys and garbage and dirty clothes like their old place, but maybe not. I just hope they can keep their old ways at bay in their new house.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Buff
I am a fire buff. Perhaps not as hardcore a buff as I used to be, but I'm still a buff nonetheless.
I was very young when I became a buff. Probably about 6 or 7 years old. I remember being in the car with my dad driving one time and seeing the fire trucks stopped at a house on the next street over from mine. I had to know what was going on, and I made him take me over to look! It turned out to be just a downed power line, but still I was fascinated. Soon it became a past time of ours to follow the fire trucks and ambulances every chance we got. When I was about 10 or 11 I got my first fire scanner. I put my local frequencies in it and from there my interest in the fire department intensified.
I used to be a chaser. I would hear the call go out and ride my bike to the scene. I often beat the ambulance to the call, but wasn't so lucky with fire calls, because the fire units always have a faster response time. I've been to every kind of call you can imagine - everything from cut fingers to chest pain patients to infants in cardiac arrest. I went to so many calls I had it down to a science. I knew where to stand so that I was both out of the way and in a position from which I could see everything that was going on. I really enjoyed it.
I don't go to calls anymore. I'm joining the fire dept. relatively soon, so I figured it was high time to call it quits. I just hope they don't recognize me from my days as a chaser. If they do they might not vote me in. If they question me about it I'll just say it was a childhood hobby that was driven by interest in the dept. I doubt they'll have a problem with that.
I was very young when I became a buff. Probably about 6 or 7 years old. I remember being in the car with my dad driving one time and seeing the fire trucks stopped at a house on the next street over from mine. I had to know what was going on, and I made him take me over to look! It turned out to be just a downed power line, but still I was fascinated. Soon it became a past time of ours to follow the fire trucks and ambulances every chance we got. When I was about 10 or 11 I got my first fire scanner. I put my local frequencies in it and from there my interest in the fire department intensified.
I used to be a chaser. I would hear the call go out and ride my bike to the scene. I often beat the ambulance to the call, but wasn't so lucky with fire calls, because the fire units always have a faster response time. I've been to every kind of call you can imagine - everything from cut fingers to chest pain patients to infants in cardiac arrest. I went to so many calls I had it down to a science. I knew where to stand so that I was both out of the way and in a position from which I could see everything that was going on. I really enjoyed it.
I don't go to calls anymore. I'm joining the fire dept. relatively soon, so I figured it was high time to call it quits. I just hope they don't recognize me from my days as a chaser. If they do they might not vote me in. If they question me about it I'll just say it was a childhood hobby that was driven by interest in the dept. I doubt they'll have a problem with that.
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