A long time coming.
By the end of 2013 I was tired of playing ultimate. I attribute some of this to being physically burnt out after playing for almost a decade, but more than that I was tired exhausted of pretending like I wasn't emotionally drained from the community. For better or for worse I didn't end up quitting...
Pie Hole.
Thus far its proven to be quiet a good thing I didn't quit. I was fortunate enough to have meet some really genuine people over the years, one of whom reached out to me about a fall league team he was putting together.
The purpose was not to win at all costs, nor was it to just drink and roll over to teams. The team was established so that friends could come together play as hard as they wanted to and most importantly enjoy some good old fashion all american pie. First and foremost I want to thank Ky for setting this team up and inviting me to play with you guys it's been a real pleasure and honestly you showed me how much fun frisbee really is. The next two I want to thank are Natalie and Masler, each in their own way they pulled the 'Why' out of me. I think its important for everyone to be in touch with the why and understand the reason behind the choices we make instead of just following the pack or continuing down the same path out of habit. The last person that really brought me back into the light was an old friend from high school who reminded me that it's fun to play and make plays for people you respect and trust, so thanks Cole.
Obviously Seattle will always be my home plain and simple. This October at nationals I was overwhelmed by all of the friends and loved ones that I got to see in one place. It reminded me that I can be so far from home and seemingly disconnected from everyone's lives, but in an instant it all comes flooding back and you feel like you haven't missed a beat with anyone.
ATL.
It's hard to imagine but I have been here now for 6 months, I ride the sub way, I cheer for the home teams (when there are things to cheer for), and I have found a routine. I was told that when moving I would have to make it 6 months before a city would feel like home. Thanks you those of you who told me to wait it out when I wanted to quit and come back home. I'm not going to drone on about the cliches of finding my stride in a new city I now consider home. So here are the cliff notes; Thanks Bucket and Chain for making me feel so at home in a new place. Thanks Matt and Miranda for not only housing me when I first moved here, but for holding my hand while I met new people and connected to a new community. And thank you Jason Campbell for always being down to hang out, throw, run, drink, talk, being a great friend when I really need one.
I'll recap nationals soon.
I love you Mom and Dad,
Allan Laviolette
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