letter b
there existed a time when we could just drive and listen to music. gas prices, wars, and the talk of recession were far from the forefront of our minds. we could just be. like that part in confessions of a wallflower where the kid finally felt alive wedged in between two others in the cab of a pick-up truck.
the only soundtrack to my life now is the dogs freaking out. ah, sweet harmonies.
i'm about ready to go somewhere. anywhere. nowhere specific just far. i like the idea that i will learn to speak french well enough to communicate and in two years time i will have a work visa, live in some tiny french province and just be. i watched something on discovery or travel, i can't remember, about these tribes of people that live like their ancestors. why couldn't i have been born there? sure, i can't go now. the though of wearing leaves and running around in the forest is less than ideal. but had i just been there, born there, that would have been life. i would have had friends, family, laughter. the key thing is, despite their lifestyle/culture/location/language, they still laugh. they are content to be. here i am amidst the latest in technological luxury and i can't sit still.
woe is the poor bourgeiose co-ed.
sometimes i toy with the idea of just walking past pre-planned destinations. head off for work one day but just keep walking. head home, keep walking. but home i will always return to, chomp, friends, the things i find important. as well as the things i could do well without. bills, drama, everybody else. hrm.
someday i will be a burning ball of energy that will just be and to be will be the best thing ever.
xoxo
the only soundtrack to my life now is the dogs freaking out. ah, sweet harmonies.
i'm about ready to go somewhere. anywhere. nowhere specific just far. i like the idea that i will learn to speak french well enough to communicate and in two years time i will have a work visa, live in some tiny french province and just be. i watched something on discovery or travel, i can't remember, about these tribes of people that live like their ancestors. why couldn't i have been born there? sure, i can't go now. the though of wearing leaves and running around in the forest is less than ideal. but had i just been there, born there, that would have been life. i would have had friends, family, laughter. the key thing is, despite their lifestyle/culture/location/language, they still laugh. they are content to be. here i am amidst the latest in technological luxury and i can't sit still.
woe is the poor bourgeiose co-ed.
sometimes i toy with the idea of just walking past pre-planned destinations. head off for work one day but just keep walking. head home, keep walking. but home i will always return to, chomp, friends, the things i find important. as well as the things i could do well without. bills, drama, everybody else. hrm.
someday i will be a burning ball of energy that will just be and to be will be the best thing ever.
xoxo