staking out the promised land/manifest destiny
Ah, so, I’m leaving in about 2 hours. My destinations
include: Arizona, California,
Colorado, Utah, and some random states. Yikes. 5 weeks
with my sister, my ex girlfriend; part of it with a, not entirely sane, climber
with the name of Joel. While I was in school for the last month all I could think
about was leaving. Now, staring the initial flight to Tucson in the face, I’m (as you could have
guessed by the tone of this and the previous sentence), having mild second
thoughts. I’m missing Ian’s 21st birthday party, missing the rest of
the Portland summer…
As I was driving around doing busy work, I was bitching about the aforementioned reservations to Christina. She, for once, had something meaningful to say, “you’re always going to be missing out on something.” That’s pretty obvious, but if I stayed I’d be upset that I wasn’t rock climbing in some random state. So, I’ll shut up.
I’ll be taking a camera and hopefully using it to take pictures. Shit, I don’t know. I sat down thinking a ton of shit would pour out, but then I remember I’m shitty with words. I must go pack now, but I’ll try and keep this updated with words, and pictures which are more descriptive.
As I was driving around doing busy work, I was bitching about the aforementioned reservations to Christina. She, for once, had something meaningful to say, “you’re always going to be missing out on something.” That’s pretty obvious, but if I stayed I’d be upset that I wasn’t rock climbing in some random state. So, I’ll shut up.
I’ll be taking a camera and hopefully using it to take pictures. Shit, I don’t know. I sat down thinking a ton of shit would pour out, but then I remember I’m shitty with words. I must go pack now, but I’ll try and keep this updated with words, and pictures which are more descriptive.