As Promised...

So, here it is, as promised just a short while ago on Facebook.  I have caved and become one of the millions blogging.  I don't do this lightly or with a sense of urgency.  Writing is something I need to do.


The last year has been hard.  An AIDS diagnosis, quitting the only 9-5 I've ever loved, a sojourn back to Seattle which left my life in a shambles, and the worst winter I can remember are all things that have led me here, to Phoenix.  I thought (briefly) that this would be the move that allowed me to turn the tide, so to speak.  I anticipated this place with the same fervor I anticipated my move to New Orleans nearly a decade ago.  Truthfully, Phoenix hasn't disappointed.  Desert life is weird, unconventional (and unpredictable), and a bit exciting.


My excitement has been overshadowed, though.  Shortly after my plane touched down in Phoenix and I settled into my bed at the Hilton Garden Inn, someone whom I loved more than I can ever express took his own life.  For the most part, I've been able to cope; but I'm just coping.  It's still not real to me, and I don't understand how it's possible that he isn't going to be in Louisiana when I go to see his grave.  Last month was the point when I knew I had to start grieving or dealing or whatever...


So, here it is.  My blog: "Life from the Balcony."  Why did I choose that name?  Well, because I'm the only one in my apartment complex with a balcony right outside my door, and it allows me a unique viewpoint because the people below me often don't realize I'm there.  This secret observance is also the perfect metaphor for my life.  People often let me glimpse things that most don't get to see.  I don't know if that is because they forget I'm there or they feel safe in that I won't judge them.  I don't really care, either.  My point of view and this blog will always be unique  for it, and I'm grateful for that (at least).