Cal-if-or-nia.
California is only a growing part of my imagination. As March gets closer so does my excitement and fear. Excitement because I'm wandering into a different part of my life where I may end up doing something I've wanted to do for a long time. The fear hits when I think about how it can all go to hell in a hand basket. The risk is worth it.
I could stay here at my desk job, doing the commute thing, stressing out about thick company decisions and doing the same routine every day. It's the routine that makes someone go insane. The same managers with corporate dripple leaking out of their mouths and the same stuff canvassing down every cubicle with a mission statement poster.
People in Antarctica working in government labs get toasty at some point. Crazy, that is. These government guys and gals do the exact same thing over and over in such an isolated environment that they actually "wake up" at certain points with no memory of where or what they've been doing. Two or three weeks may go by that are completely lost in time. Any one of them may be so deep seeded in their own heads that they function like machines, and just like that they can snap out of it.
Driving across country should be interesting. The midwest will be the worst, but I look forward to passing through either Colorado or Texas into the deserts and mountains. I plan to keep a journal but I don't know what I'll do with it. Like California I think it all depends on what I make of it. The pages are blank and waiting for me to fill them in.
I could stay here at my desk job, doing the commute thing, stressing out about thick company decisions and doing the same routine every day. It's the routine that makes someone go insane. The same managers with corporate dripple leaking out of their mouths and the same stuff canvassing down every cubicle with a mission statement poster.
People in Antarctica working in government labs get toasty at some point. Crazy, that is. These government guys and gals do the exact same thing over and over in such an isolated environment that they actually "wake up" at certain points with no memory of where or what they've been doing. Two or three weeks may go by that are completely lost in time. Any one of them may be so deep seeded in their own heads that they function like machines, and just like that they can snap out of it.
Driving across country should be interesting. The midwest will be the worst, but I look forward to passing through either Colorado or Texas into the deserts and mountains. I plan to keep a journal but I don't know what I'll do with it. Like California I think it all depends on what I make of it. The pages are blank and waiting for me to fill them in.