moab
tahoe
alaskaI've been feeling a little melancholy as of late, and I've been thinking alot about my past. I think something about winter, or having little to do during waking hours, does that to a person. My mind has been jumping 10 years; 6 years; and to 4 months ago. I'm beginning to think it's a shame I can only live one life, as I would be much better suited for multiple lives, and over multiple centuries (I may as well go crazy with the idea). One here, living in this place I love so much, with people I love so much. The rest would be spread across countries and time, I however, would remain the same person. It's a nice thought. Unfortunately, that sort of thing only exists in poorly written novels and movies.
I guess my new goal is to make this life one I'm happy to live. So far, it's working.
Update on the job front: I'm conflicted. I have one opportunity that would be a nice fit, a proper choice and will lead to years of pretty clothes and desk-ness. Another that is climbing. Now kiddos, the climbing is clearly the better fit. But, I may not have that one.
If nothing else, last summer taught me that what I need to be happy is very little, and has nothing to do with pretty clothes.
Fact: K was filling out a form, the form asked if we were homeless. There was not a box for: adult people, living in parents basement. I think all forms need to be reprinted.
**editors note: I have been playing around with grammar. Previous posts have been in all lower case, I am aware of this, and am not a grammatical ignoramus. This post did not feel right, stylistically, in all lower case. We shall see what the future brings. Be aware that I am typing with intention.
Pick a place to use as a base. All wandering people have a spot. If you get a box and Mail Boxes, etc. you can have them forward the mail to you where ever you go.
ReplyDeleteI did finally figure out how to get back into this. So I'll be commenting from time to time. Say hi to K and when you feel melancholy, have a beer and listen to some good music.