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So I am a poor updater.
So my few and between updates make me seem a little more gloom and doom than I am. A lot more maybe.
Let me say it: I am lucky, and my life is good.
Everyone has speedbumps. And my big long-time never happening livejournal goal has been to update on a more regular basis, nto just when I slow down for the bumps. Alas, this has largely been a momentous failure. I have a hard time slowing down when the going gets good. I get swept away.
That's a fairly good descriptor for me, I think; "Swept away." I get swept away in ideas and adventures and people and things and mostly - life.
I have no problem with that. And I think it's also kind of a new Yorker thing. New Yorkers are always doing something, always going somewhere, always thinking and moving.
But stopping and breathing isn't bad.
I enjoy both, just perhaps the latter less frequently than the former.
I am sitting in California, waiting for appleznbananaz to get off work so we can eat and maybe watch some more Firefly and then crash (or have another epic late night talk) and then get up and be epic again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.
I am sitting in California, and I am breathing. In the midst of adventure I felt no problem with taking a break.
I love California.
I love the people, and the atmosphere, and the scenery, and the weather.
I love the culture, and the energy, and the area.
And I have never been able to picture myself moving out of New York, have never made any grand plans to do so. Figured if i couldn't afford to stay on long Island I'd go upstate, or nearby to Pennsylvania or Maryland.
And when I spent my whole childhood hating long Island and everything about it, and all of my best friends moved out to Arizona, California, Indiana, Delaware, North Carolina, Maryland, Connecticut...I alone perhaps appreciated the irony that I'd finally grown to love the place.
But I want to live in California.
Does that make me a hippy? Maybe I am. I dig the vibe of this place.
But I've spent the last week planning what happens after I finish my next year and a half at Molloy.
And it involves a truck and a horse trailer. And some big uhauls. and a ginger boy and his plastic saturn (sorry, truth)
Oh, and a shit ton of books.
And animals.
And that year and a half?
It looks like a lot of writing. And hard work. And....fiscal responsibility (gulp).
But if there's one big thing college has helped me with...it's self motivation.
And if the work isn't pleasant, the end goal usually is, so why not?
I've learned a lot about people since figuring myself out, and people have come and gone, many in interesting ways, some not. Not all how I would have chosen, but almost always for the better.
And even the late-night hot-tub dwelling drunk bleached blondes here seem significantly more self-aware than a lot of people back home and....that's kind of oddly reassuring, even if slightly intimidating.
I've had so many great conversations here, in such a small time. Many with Danielle. Many with people I've randomly encountered. And...\
it's kind of fucking wonderful.
Also...the weather here...Where I'd never have to worry about Chace destroying expensive winter blankets, or losing his shoes in mud, or sweating in his still in 100+ degree weather? Yeah California gets hot, but not nearly as this summer so far in NY......Also, no more picking iceballs out of hooves >D
It's incentive. I think he'd love it. We could go on trails in the mountains, in the forest, in the desert. The terrain is so diverse.
I'm still kind of figuring out the "what" and the "how" in my life with careers, but maybe having a "where" down pact will make things easier?
I've got a year and a half at least to think it over, but this is kind of hard to beat
if you hadn't noticed...I really fricken dig it here
So my few and between updates make me seem a little more gloom and doom than I am. A lot more maybe.
Let me say it: I am lucky, and my life is good.
Everyone has speedbumps. And my big long-time never happening livejournal goal has been to update on a more regular basis, nto just when I slow down for the bumps. Alas, this has largely been a momentous failure. I have a hard time slowing down when the going gets good. I get swept away.
That's a fairly good descriptor for me, I think; "Swept away." I get swept away in ideas and adventures and people and things and mostly - life.
I have no problem with that. And I think it's also kind of a new Yorker thing. New Yorkers are always doing something, always going somewhere, always thinking and moving.
But stopping and breathing isn't bad.
I enjoy both, just perhaps the latter less frequently than the former.
I am sitting in California, waiting for appleznbananaz to get off work so we can eat and maybe watch some more Firefly and then crash (or have another epic late night talk) and then get up and be epic again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.
I am sitting in California, and I am breathing. In the midst of adventure I felt no problem with taking a break.
I love California.
I love the people, and the atmosphere, and the scenery, and the weather.
I love the culture, and the energy, and the area.
And I have never been able to picture myself moving out of New York, have never made any grand plans to do so. Figured if i couldn't afford to stay on long Island I'd go upstate, or nearby to Pennsylvania or Maryland.
And when I spent my whole childhood hating long Island and everything about it, and all of my best friends moved out to Arizona, California, Indiana, Delaware, North Carolina, Maryland, Connecticut...I alone perhaps appreciated the irony that I'd finally grown to love the place.
But I want to live in California.
Does that make me a hippy? Maybe I am. I dig the vibe of this place.
But I've spent the last week planning what happens after I finish my next year and a half at Molloy.
And it involves a truck and a horse trailer. And some big uhauls. and a ginger boy and his plastic saturn (sorry, truth)
Oh, and a shit ton of books.
And animals.
And that year and a half?
It looks like a lot of writing. And hard work. And....fiscal responsibility (gulp).
But if there's one big thing college has helped me with...it's self motivation.
And if the work isn't pleasant, the end goal usually is, so why not?
I've learned a lot about people since figuring myself out, and people have come and gone, many in interesting ways, some not. Not all how I would have chosen, but almost always for the better.
And even the late-night hot-tub dwelling drunk bleached blondes here seem significantly more self-aware than a lot of people back home and....that's kind of oddly reassuring, even if slightly intimidating.
I've had so many great conversations here, in such a small time. Many with Danielle. Many with people I've randomly encountered. And...\
it's kind of fucking wonderful.
Also...the weather here...Where I'd never have to worry about Chace destroying expensive winter blankets, or losing his shoes in mud, or sweating in his still in 100+ degree weather? Yeah California gets hot, but not nearly as this summer so far in NY......Also, no more picking iceballs out of hooves >D
It's incentive. I think he'd love it. We could go on trails in the mountains, in the forest, in the desert. The terrain is so diverse.
I'm still kind of figuring out the "what" and the "how" in my life with careers, but maybe having a "where" down pact will make things easier?
I've got a year and a half at least to think it over, but this is kind of hard to beat
if you hadn't noticed...I really fricken dig it here