It dawned on me today, as I walked down Madison Avenue, over to Hudson and then over the Dunn Bridge, that I moved to Albany twelve years ago today. I had a couple of suitcases, a briefcase, bookbag, bongos and box of books, and got all that stuff off the Amtrak, in a cab and over to my first Albany residence (185 Lancaster Street).
Somehow, I ended up at an event at the Governor's mansion and was "loaned" some blankets (I think I owe the State of NY for the blankets), and the next day I went to my job at the Council on Children and Families.
What a wild time. Twelves years. I've been married, had a child, run for office, made a lot of neat friends, met a lot of neat women, wrote and read poetry, drank way too much beer, met my soul mate, met my fellow traveler, had moments of pure elation, only to be followed by moments of deep sadness.
I have sworn that I would live wherever my daughter lived...and it looks like she'll be in Albany for quite a bit. In November 2015, when I recognize twenty years...I wonder how I will have changed...evolved.
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