Day 343 – History Repeated
Back on May 20, 2000, I moved to Long Beach from Los
Angeles. I didn’t realize it as I
scheduled it, that I had chosen the weekend of Long Beach Gay Pride, and I
moved into an apartment two blocks from the staging area of Sunday’s
parade. It was an exhausting move,
despite it being only thirty miles or so, and I had only enough energy
to walk the length of the park to see all the parade entries, watch people, and
eventually walk back home. I took a nap.
Fast forward to May 20, 2012; it’s Long Beach Pride
weekend. I just moved in yesterday to my
new place in Long Beach, most of my belongings having been delivered (I’m being
kind) from Portland, and today is the parade.
I walked down to Ocean Boulevard and to the first of two pride parties –
breakfast at Ricky’s and then the parade watch at Dennis’. I had only enough energy to watch the parade and
the people for awhile, and eventually walk back home. I took a nap.
The fact that history was repeating itself was a good sign:
it helped me accept that things would become more comfortable in time, and that
I’d get back into a sense of normalcy.
It happened that way before, so I could expect it to repeat. Thank goodness, because this has been a tough
weekend.
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