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.