2 months of change

While I dusted the dust of my keyboard, I began to think when was the last time I had written here.  As I have recently learned, a lot can happen in 2 months:

I MOVED. I received the phone call around 9 pm at the end of February.  It was my brother.  He informed me that due to the lost of his job and the lost of my mother’s job, the house was now under foreclosure.  And so, in an attempts to help la familia, I gave up my studio apartment and moved into a room.  Thats right, I have said goodbye to my barrio in the Bronx and said hello to my new neighborhood – Washington Heights.  While I packed my things I now started to count.  This will be the 5th apartment I have lived in since I moved to New York City in 2006.  My friends laughs at me.  Not even he, who is a born and raised new yorker, has moved around so much.  He has only lived in 2 apartments in his entire life.  Guess I am winning.

I GAVE UP HALF MY LIFE when I moved.  It was a decision that took a long time to fruition.  “Half my life” weights about 14 pounds, has big ears, and the eyes of an angel.  Chimi.  I gave up Chimi.  While some may say its only an animal, and yes part of me knows that he is happier with his new owner.  I still cant shake the feeling that I lost some part of my life.  I had him since birth.  The 4 years we spent together are one that I will never forget.  He is my little soldier.  He was there with me through the tough times.  Through the good, the bad, and the funny.  When I felt down, he looked up at me and made me smile.  He made me angry.  But through all this, he was mine.  My chimi…. (Picture taken by Chimi’s new owner. I would never buy him a Harry Potter sweater.)

If you asked me 4 months ago if I would be living in uptown manhattan, alone, in a room without Chimi…I would have laughed.  I notice how time happens and how life has a way of changing things on you.  I can only hang on for the ride.   I hope that I have a good grip.