Fresh New Start

Hi again! I started this blog a few years ago as a hobby and to give me something to do in my free time.. you can see where that got me. Here I am, years later, trying at this blog thing again. So lets dive in, learn a little about me and talk about "fresh new starts".

To start off, I am a 24 year old gay trying to make it in the "BIG" city of Denver. Some of know me by Reece; Con; Conner; Conner Reece; the list could go on, however you can call whatever you please and I'll be there. I moved to Denver back in August looking for a fresh new start leaving the "GREAT" state of Texas. I've talk to many people about why I left Texas and I, myself, was looking for the reason as to why I left. I left for so many reason, I can't really just pinpoint one. New adventure, new people, "fresh start", an ending relationship, not doing toxicity, as I said about my name, the list could go on. However one of the main reasons why I left Texas was because I felt as if I have done everything I could do for myself there, and then there's also ending an engagement and wanting to basically runaway lol. I have this idea where I have to make a name for myself everywhere I go and be the LAST GREAT AMERICAN DYNASTY, stay tuned cause I do not really know how it is going so far. I really don’t know how to describe what I thought after ending a relationship and feeling like there’s nothing left there for you would feel like, because even now at this point, I still don’t know how I feel about it. I lived with my sister for about a month and it was honestly the best time I’ve ever had. My sister is my best friend, my person I text her at three in the morning when I’m screaming crying and I just need to let everything out. I don’t like journaling so I sending is therapeutic to me. Honestly leaving her family to move to Denver was one of the hardest things that I’ve ever done in my entire life. I cried for hours, days, weeks, even two days ago I am still a mess. After being here for two months I thought being home sick would be gone and boy was I wrong. You see movies of people moving cross country, and yes I know movies are fake and it’s Hollywood and everything looks so easy, but really it’s not. It’s not easy, it’s not fun having to learn and make a new life, assimilating a new culture, on top of meeting new friends, learning a new map, learning a new job, new livelihood and learning the weather and it fucking sucks. A friend of mine once said if you’re trying something new or a “fresh start" give yourself six hours, six days, six weeks, and then six months if you make it to six months, then you can truly say I love it here or I hate it here but give yourself time. I’m really struggling getting to that six months mark so if I make it cheers to me and if I don’t make it well tears to me. I’ve left home two or three times, and I say home I mean my parents house, and for some reason those didn’t bother me as much as this move did. Granted getting over a relationship, feeling like there’s nothing for you in the town you lived in, moving to a completely different state that’s two states away from home, to meeting new people that you have never met in your entire life can be a challenge and a true sense of loneliness. I don’t really know what I’m doing or where I am headed, but yeah that’s just a little bit about me and how I feel about my "fresh new start"

Well that is enough rambling today. Please subscribe to It's Fiction at the bottom of the home and stay tuned to read what happened next week. Did I have a breakdown? Did I go on a date? WHO KNOWS!

love and hatred,

reece