Movin' On, Kids

So, I thoroughly doubt that anybody reads this anymore....heck, I haven't checked my string of need-to-read blogs in ages...so I don't blame anybody in the least. Anyway, this blog is, more or less, dead. I know I said that already, but I feel like there's a certain sense of finality this time.

I left BYU back in April. Came back to good ol' Oregon. And now, come winter time, it's time for this one to venture out on his own to the big city. And this time it's not gonna be Portland. Seattle is the destination, and I'd be a fool not to take this offer.

I'll spare you the boring details, but the long and the short of it is that I'm getting a highwayman's deal on rent and utilities, and a good buddy of mine (who just so happens to suffer from really bad social anxiety disorder) needed a roommate. The deal sweetened even more when I found out that his parents are helping pay for part of the rent, the lease is in their name, and another co-worker is coming to live with us....IE rent is going to be cheap as hell.

So, come February, Peculiar Mormon will be a Seattlite, and this blog will most likely fade into oblivion.

It's kind of interesting how this blog as gone. It started as a means by which I could get out my frustration and spill my guts. As a result, I've met some amazing friends, I've loved, I've lost, I've found places to live, and it's been a good thing for me....despite the large amounts of painfully depressing subject material.

I dunno....I'm no longer medicated (a year this month, actually), I no longer see a shrink...I'm out of the closet, and honestly, am much happier than I was while in it. I don't see myself changing. I'm happier than I can remember being in a long time. Sure, I'm going to have my rough times with life and love, but straight people deal with that crap too. Heartbreak and homosexuality aren't mutually exclusive, and that's something I remind myself of everyday. And I'm okay with that.

For those of you that've read for the lifespan of this blog, you're some of the people that I care about the most. Even if I don't know you terribly well...if you've put that much effort into reading ALL of this, you're my family. And for that I love you.

Chief, get a hold of me. I'm missing you like crazy.

The rest of you...keep in contact. my email (elderellis@gmail.com) is more or less left to be wormfood, but I do check it every now and again.

Thanks, you guys.