Parallel Years
I recall this time last year… I suppose there’s many parallels with this time last year and this moment. Both times I was up in Kemess. Both times I missed my Brother’s visit to Vancouver, and my first meeting with my newborn niece. And both times I was caught up in an assignment which kept me up here weeks longer than anyone expected.
Yet, I’m surprised that I haven’t done nearly as much livejournaling this year than I had last. I always remember that when I came home after a shift, even a 16 hour shift, that I was absolutely brimming with ideas to share and feelings to express. This year, I haven’t felt the same desire. I wonder what about me has changed, or if it’s a change that has nothing to do with me. It could be the two books that I brought with me, both damned good ones, and very consuming. It could be that my internet is so slow that I may as well be on a dial up connection. And it could also be that much of my livejournal time has been consumed by an economic-political debate.
Or perhaps this… Livejournaling to me, since it started in Europe, was always a way for me to maintain close social ties with those at home. It would grant me a window into their lives and present them with one into mine. And it satisfied a desperate need within for social contact. But, now that I’m in almost daily contact with Caitlin from afar, I wonder if that hasn’t satisfied my craving for human contact.
Of course, more likely than not, it’s probably all of these things, and more.
Yet, I’m surprised that I haven’t done nearly as much livejournaling this year than I had last. I always remember that when I came home after a shift, even a 16 hour shift, that I was absolutely brimming with ideas to share and feelings to express. This year, I haven’t felt the same desire. I wonder what about me has changed, or if it’s a change that has nothing to do with me. It could be the two books that I brought with me, both damned good ones, and very consuming. It could be that my internet is so slow that I may as well be on a dial up connection. And it could also be that much of my livejournal time has been consumed by an economic-political debate.
Or perhaps this… Livejournaling to me, since it started in Europe, was always a way for me to maintain close social ties with those at home. It would grant me a window into their lives and present them with one into mine. And it satisfied a desperate need within for social contact. But, now that I’m in almost daily contact with Caitlin from afar, I wonder if that hasn’t satisfied my craving for human contact.
Of course, more likely than not, it’s probably all of these things, and more.