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Although I had lived in Vancouver briefly several times, this year was the first full year I lived there. It was a fairly torturous time, as moving to any new country is, and by August I had many difficult things weighing heavily on me. I was working a job as a technical writer, which I didn't much care for; I was fresh out of an emotional relationship, which didn't completely end for months; I was not doing well financially; it was the longest I had ever spent in my life living by myself; and the economy of the whole world was going down the shitter.
While I had friends nearby and a great film and television community to interact with, it was very much an alone time for me. Not "lonely," but "alone." I think this is reflected in my 3:15 poems.
A month later, I would lose my job, and by the end of the year, unable to find sustaining work, I would move back to Seattle.