This past week, I took Thursday and Friday off. I did this for a couple reasons. First, the week was already highly productive and I have been itching to take a day off at some point. Second, my youngest brother would be visiting from academy so all of us brothers would be around-ish. Third, my other younger brother would be having his first church league basketball game. Fourth, my mom needs to move soon, and me being able to help would be a good thing. Fifth, my grandmother is plannin on closing her nursery school, nd she also needs to clean out her house, so I'd be able to help in that respects also. Lastly, if i;m in nyc on a weekday I can attempt to go to a late night show, or one of the last games in Yankee stadium. And to take pictures of the little ones. So with these ideas in mind I headed out for home.
However, home has this lazy-intesifying and demotivating effect on me. So most of the time I made little effort on those various goals. And I actually put a lot of time, pressure, and stress in to a completely different area. I had already started to make this "coming-out" schedule/plan, and in thinking about people to put on the list, one person came to mind. A friend/mentor/teacher/pastor from my highschool days. Its been probably 4 years since we've had any contact, and its one of those people/friends who I care about. So I'd rather tell them directly now, plus with their background I figure it'd be easier than other people. So wednesday, I got their email address at work, and started to write a letter. I began with a recap of what my family is up to, and then went into my experience. Over the course of the next couple days, a couple emails were sent back and forth. It wasn't many emails, just 3 or 4. However, it took alot out of me. Hours of time choosing the right words, much confusion and worry waiting ofr a response, and wondering what they are going through. It was no easy thing.
The worst part about it, is that its gonna get a whole lot harder on a number of reasons. First, it was to a pastor/teacher/friend, so they are trained to deal with people and their situations. They also haven't seen me, or interacted with me in a number of years, so its not like they "are forced" to deal with me. Unlike roommates or family, who can't really avoid me altogether. So I'm not exactly sure how to feel about it all. Also going through those feelings really made me feel like I wanted someone else there to bounce things off of, and just be there as support. And not too many people were around. So that definitely didn't help, but sometimes all you got is you....
Anyways, I'm back in town now. And I'm off to hang with some friends, and buy that book from the HRC store. Since few of those goals were completed in any real way, I may have to go back to NYC in 8 or 9 days if something short of a miracle doesn't happen first. But YAY for DC and maryland. Its good to be home.