Jul 24, 2008 23:05
I've enacted a self-imposed filter on my writing for the time being -- although I still fully intend to write something long(ish, whatever that means), my typing abilities currently consist of a snail-pace of twenty (if I'm lucky) WPM.
I'm learning the Dvorak keyboard, which is supposed to save my wrists from the inevitable onset of carpal tunnel and (perhaps if I'm lucky) teach me how to do the dishes. It's amazing how your thoughts change when you can no longer spew them out at a swift 70 wpm.
So I'm in the frustrating position of having quite a lot to say but no real way to say it until my fingers once again catch up with my head. I edit a lot out of e-mails because they now take triple the amount of time they once did. C'est la vie, and so it goes.
I have an apartment now in Seattle. One bedroom located roughly a mile from campus -- it has large windows and art deco tiles in the bathroom. Built in 1948, I imagine people like my grandparents moving into it. It's completely remarkable in an unremarkable sort of way.
Starting a new life is rather easy to do -- just pick anywhere on the map and you're 3/4's of the way there. The hardest part is enjoying the new life created. Even that isn't too hard to do.