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Another year, and July 18th is staring me the face again. Pah. As easy as it would be to wax poetic on what a strange age 20 is, I think this sums up everything I could say on the matter far more aptly:
"I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be. This does not mean that I ought to be trapped or enclosed in any of these ages - the delayed adolescent, the childish adult - but that they are in me to be drawn on; to forget is a form of suicide. Far too many people misunderstand what 'putting away childish things' means, and think that forgetting what it is like to think and feel and touch and smell and taste and see and hear like a three-year-old or a thirteen-year-old or a twenty-three-year-old means 'being grownup'. When I'm with these people I, like the kids, feel that if this is what it means to be a grown-up, then I don’t ever want to be one. Instead of which, if I can retain a child’s awareness and joy and be [my age], then I will really learn what it means to be grownup."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet
So take that, 7/18. Take. That. ;P
Moving on:
I cannot wait to board a big beautiful jet to San Francisco tomorrow night! I keep forgetting it's happening. I miss flying - and this'll be the first time I actually go with someone since I was about 5. I'm so used to travelling alone. It'll be strange, but welcome, to have a familiar face sitting next to me for once. Half a week with Luke is already an incredible prospect, but half a week with Luke in San Francisco just amplifies that, oh, about a dozen times.
Speaking of whom, I just got back from a very peaceful, much-needed weekend with him down at his new place - which is so the step up that boy deserves. It's like a mansion compared to his old apartment, and the complex is lovely... very well-kept. We swam and did not burn (!), barbecued with Chris a few blocks down (where I won Texas Hold'em by a literal landslide of chips - they were weighing my end of the board down, hee)... jammed a bit in his friend's makeshift studio (which was very awesome; I miss doing improv piano in a band setting)... it was just night and day compared to the claustrophobic, let's-escape-the-house weekends we have to spend when Luke comes down my way.
And man, does it feel good to know I can finally drive that far without any burdensome anxiety. Even the parental units trust me now. I trust me. (Cloud, do you trust me?) Freeeee. At last!
Meanwhile - assuming I can't grab any 'net access while up in SF, consider this my goodbye for the week. I'll be back late Saturday night, likely in a rather catatonic state. ;) Cheers!
"I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be. This does not mean that I ought to be trapped or enclosed in any of these ages - the delayed adolescent, the childish adult - but that they are in me to be drawn on; to forget is a form of suicide. Far too many people misunderstand what 'putting away childish things' means, and think that forgetting what it is like to think and feel and touch and smell and taste and see and hear like a three-year-old or a thirteen-year-old or a twenty-three-year-old means 'being grownup'. When I'm with these people I, like the kids, feel that if this is what it means to be a grown-up, then I don’t ever want to be one. Instead of which, if I can retain a child’s awareness and joy and be [my age], then I will really learn what it means to be grownup."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet
So take that, 7/18. Take. That. ;P
Moving on:
I cannot wait to board a big beautiful jet to San Francisco tomorrow night! I keep forgetting it's happening. I miss flying - and this'll be the first time I actually go with someone since I was about 5. I'm so used to travelling alone. It'll be strange, but welcome, to have a familiar face sitting next to me for once. Half a week with Luke is already an incredible prospect, but half a week with Luke in San Francisco just amplifies that, oh, about a dozen times.
Speaking of whom, I just got back from a very peaceful, much-needed weekend with him down at his new place - which is so the step up that boy deserves. It's like a mansion compared to his old apartment, and the complex is lovely... very well-kept. We swam and did not burn (!), barbecued with Chris a few blocks down (where I won Texas Hold'em by a literal landslide of chips - they were weighing my end of the board down, hee)... jammed a bit in his friend's makeshift studio (which was very awesome; I miss doing improv piano in a band setting)... it was just night and day compared to the claustrophobic, let's-escape-the-house weekends we have to spend when Luke comes down my way.
And man, does it feel good to know I can finally drive that far without any burdensome anxiety. Even the parental units trust me now. I trust me. (Cloud, do you trust me?) Freeeee. At last!
Meanwhile - assuming I can't grab any 'net access while up in SF, consider this my goodbye for the week. I'll be back late Saturday night, likely in a rather catatonic state. ;) Cheers!