This is the last year of the first decade of the 21st Century. This September will be a full ten years since I came to Seattle. It’s weird. If you count Austin and El Paso as separate places (they’re both Texas, it’s true), I’ve lived in Seattle for longer than anywhere else. I’ve been a fan of the Green Bay Packers and the Red Wings for thirteen years now. I got my first MA twelve years ago. I came out about eight years ago. I met Craig six years ago. We got married four years ago. My grandmother died five years ago. My aunt died a year and a half ago. I paid off the first car I ever bought for myself last spring. I became a Yankees fan a few months ago.
I realize that my life is just like this song. I don’t know if it makes any sense. The words and notes are cobbled together, but it nonetheless has a strange sort of emotional integrity and like the kid at the end, I’m sort of left saying, “Wow!” And I know the thing that gives it emotional integrity is love.