Places and Things

So I am finally moving. Really moving back to San Francisco. Well right now I still have a little over a week before I 100% will be back in SF.... but I am almost there. I officially have moved out of my house in Carmel. It was a really good house and I loved the people that I lived there with... but it is behind me. I will miss my roommate Renee very very much. I am so glad that she was there because I really dont know what I would of done without her. She is moving back to the Bay Area also... So it is kind of a homecoming for her also.

For me I am just very ready for all of this to be over. It almost is... There are alot of things that I am going to miss about the Monterey Bay Area. This is the place that I was given the gift of sobriety... shown the light of day. 

Sometimes I forget..

Sometime I forget that I am an alcoholic... I mean, not that I want to drink. I think that I am over the whole drinking thing. I don't see myself ever drinking again.. ( or atleast not drinking today). What I am talking about is all of the alcoholic tendencies that I have. These are the old behavior patterns that  I have always had. The reason that I drank in the first place. The resentments that are swirling around me all of the time.
I hadnt been to a meeting in over a month. Maybe over two months I really don't know, but I went to one last week. Everytime that I do go to a meeting I know that is where I am supposed to be. That is the thing that makes me different then others that I know. I have AA with me in my life, because I am an alcoholic. I am proud that I am an alcoholic because it gives me somewhere to go.
I went to a meeting tonight... and I am so glad that I did. One of my friends had gone out about 4 days ago.. and was back in.  I remember during my first year of recovery, when someone went out I would get mad and resentful.. I would think to myself, "how could you go out, you know what is out there. Don't you see how good it is in here." Now, over 3 years later... I am so glad that if they went out... that they are back in, and not dead.

Mario's Story

I am starting to use this forum as a place to document my daily life and what it has become since I have gotten into recovery. A very large part of that has been in caring about many more things other then myself.
I love documentaries... I absolutly love them. They make me think, they make me wonder... and they make me cry. An example of one that made my cry was this one. It's called Mario's Story. The trailer is below...