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Empty Spaces Part 3

Once again, I find myself leaving behind the empty spaces. Each time I’ve done this in the past, he has felt like closing a chapter on my life. This time, however, instead of being forced to change paths by circumstance and misfortune, I am beginning the next chapter on my own terms.

For the last two years, I have been clawing my way back to respectability from the depths of desperation. Now, I am finally in a place where I once again feel that I can stand on my own 2 feet. It’s an amazing feeling to know you can support yourself. It took me longer than I thought it would to get back to this point, but I’m thankful for the support I’ve had to reach it.

Don’t get me wrong, I still have a long ways to go before I consider myself successful, but I feel like at this point I’m an adult again.

I signed a lease this week. If you are not familiar with the other two empty spaces, blog posts, basically what I lost my home. I wrote a blog post it when I moved to Montana to find work, I wrote a blog post.

This is the third time I’ve moved since starting the blog and the first time I’ve moved into a brighter future. Don’t get me wrong, I was never destitute, but only because of the amazing people in my life. There have definitely been times in which I could have easily ended up dead in the gutter. But, I’ve always had wonderful friends and family to support me.

I’m hoping that by taking this next step in maturing, I can prove their faith in me worthwhile.

I also feel like moving in my own space is a new chapter for me as a writer. For the first time ever I will have my own writing office. Separate entirely from where I sleep and play video games. It will eventually be sounded treated so I can record podcasts or dictation without worry about bothering someone else if it’s late at night or having someone else pop in and need to be edited out.

In general, I’m actually very excited about this move. It has been a very long time since I had a place that I considered my own and a much longer time. Still, since I lived alone. I’m a little bit of a hermit by nature, and there is a danger of me becoming a recluse wearing tissue paper sandals and never truly my toenails. But I like to think I’ve grown as a person in the last few years and I’m less inclined to hide from the world just to hide.

There are certain steps that I am taking in how I intend to interact with the world that I think will help decrease that natural tendency to disappear into myself. I have some plans that I’m not necessarily ready to give out to the world, but I think I will be able to combine my love of creating with a more social aspect.

That’s the plan, anyway.

All of that is still up in the air. Right now I have to finish packing, and moving across town. Then, of course, I have to unpack and sit around all day waiting for the cable guy to show up and turn on my Internet. The joys of being a property renter.

Oh, and as a giant step up from my last place, my new place has both a stove and a kitchen sink. Crown my head and called me the Emperor of Alpha Centauri.

Anyway, I better get back to work. These matchbox cars and bobble head dolls aren’t going to sort and pack themselves.

#ProfessionalAdult

Published by M.A. Brotherton

M.A. Brotherton is a writer, blogger, artist, and fat-kid from the suburbs of Kansas City, Missouri. He’s tasted a little bit of everything the Midwest has to offer, ranging from meth-tweaking rednecks in massive underground cave complexes to those legendary amber waves of grain. When he’s not writing, he spends most of his time screwing around on the internet.