Escape from Ohio
So yesterday lorelei and myself finally began our journey to SF. Our first flight from cleveland to minneapolis wasn't all that terrible. I did become quite anxious during the flight because a little girl who sat across the isle and one row up from me played mario kart on her pink DS the entire trip. I sort of wanted to cry.
Making our way from literally one side of the airport to the other was somewhat tiring. During this time we passed about 3 different locations for Caribou coffee and about 2 for Starbux. We reach our gate and waited about 1.5 hours before our plane boarded. This 3.5 hour flight to San Francisco was a bit more amusing. After I took a very uncomfortable nap (sitting straight up) I woke to the sound of ice being shuffled and drinks being poured. The row in front of us was being served. The blond grandma, couldn't have been older than 65. She was making such a hassle out of everything. Fussing about how the canned juices they served had too much added sugar. More than twice she became displeased with her choices and finally settled on a diet pepsi. Granted the woman could have been diabetic. But to make the stewardesses feel like shit for not serving natural juice wasn't at all necessary.
The same woman kept screwing around with the light. Twisting and yanking on it so it could point toward her self help book. At one point she actually popped off the plastic fitting (unintentionally of course) and hurried to snap it back in its place. After this she gave up on it. Her husband was sitting to her left reading some sort of health book. I could make out a few of the headings: "proper posture and breathing effectively." What? At maybe 65+ your goal is to breathe more effectively? I don't know. He was studying the diagrams. All I know is that I don't think I would pay for a book that told me how to breathe right. The posture thing you can't really correct. Sure you can start sitting up, not slouch when you walk, but this will not reverse so many years of abuse your back has already taken by not doing these things.
Last night my Uncle Jerry made me chicken and we watched the movie "Cars" afterward -which was surprisingly kind of cute. We both slept in today, had some coffee, then I took off to go wander/shop around the city. My first stop was Urban Outfitters. This is my absolute favorite store and even though I tried my hardest to pace myself and spend wisely I immediately spotted this vintage bomber jacket and purple conductors hat, tried them on, and bought them -spending just over $100.00. Although I only bought two items, it was worth the money. I have a few rules when shopping around SF that help me make the right choices. Rule ONE: Never buy what you can find at home. This rule helps me make unique purchases. Rule TWO: Never buy a single item you plan to layer with something else you already have. This one is a big money saver. This prevents me from making the dumb mistake of assuming something in my wardrobe will look fine with my new purchase, then finding out later it looks hideous. Rule THREE: If you're not crazy about it, buy later. It's called self-discipline. It helps me narrow down what I really want.
Being here reminds me of what I want out of life and who I want to be. Walking around in this city is a constant motivating whisper that never quites. It's telling me to stay. It pushes me toward an ultimate goal and pries my eyes open to make me see what life really has to offer.
Making our way from literally one side of the airport to the other was somewhat tiring. During this time we passed about 3 different locations for Caribou coffee and about 2 for Starbux. We reach our gate and waited about 1.5 hours before our plane boarded. This 3.5 hour flight to San Francisco was a bit more amusing. After I took a very uncomfortable nap (sitting straight up) I woke to the sound of ice being shuffled and drinks being poured. The row in front of us was being served. The blond grandma, couldn't have been older than 65. She was making such a hassle out of everything. Fussing about how the canned juices they served had too much added sugar. More than twice she became displeased with her choices and finally settled on a diet pepsi. Granted the woman could have been diabetic. But to make the stewardesses feel like shit for not serving natural juice wasn't at all necessary.
The same woman kept screwing around with the light. Twisting and yanking on it so it could point toward her self help book. At one point she actually popped off the plastic fitting (unintentionally of course) and hurried to snap it back in its place. After this she gave up on it. Her husband was sitting to her left reading some sort of health book. I could make out a few of the headings: "proper posture and breathing effectively." What? At maybe 65+ your goal is to breathe more effectively? I don't know. He was studying the diagrams. All I know is that I don't think I would pay for a book that told me how to breathe right. The posture thing you can't really correct. Sure you can start sitting up, not slouch when you walk, but this will not reverse so many years of abuse your back has already taken by not doing these things.
Last night my Uncle Jerry made me chicken and we watched the movie "Cars" afterward -which was surprisingly kind of cute. We both slept in today, had some coffee, then I took off to go wander/shop around the city. My first stop was Urban Outfitters. This is my absolute favorite store and even though I tried my hardest to pace myself and spend wisely I immediately spotted this vintage bomber jacket and purple conductors hat, tried them on, and bought them -spending just over $100.00. Although I only bought two items, it was worth the money. I have a few rules when shopping around SF that help me make the right choices. Rule ONE: Never buy what you can find at home. This rule helps me make unique purchases. Rule TWO: Never buy a single item you plan to layer with something else you already have. This one is a big money saver. This prevents me from making the dumb mistake of assuming something in my wardrobe will look fine with my new purchase, then finding out later it looks hideous. Rule THREE: If you're not crazy about it, buy later. It's called self-discipline. It helps me narrow down what I really want.
Being here reminds me of what I want out of life and who I want to be. Walking around in this city is a constant motivating whisper that never quites. It's telling me to stay. It pushes me toward an ultimate goal and pries my eyes open to make me see what life really has to offer.