going away
Damn, it's hot tonight.
The house is completely silent but for the whirring of my fan and the cicadas outside. It's weird how calm it seems despite the absolute chaos of my surroundings. There are blankets and moving boxes EVERYWHERE and Ashley's suitcases are blocking my door, and the common room is in its usual state of recently-demolished splendor. The kitchen table is ridiculous. There are boxes and storage tubs even in the kitchen. And my room is odd because my pictures are all on the ground next to my computer, and my room is filled with boxes and suitcase, hesitantly packed for my vacation up North.
Oakland is in a state of breathless transition. In addition to readying ourselves for moving, we are all headed somewhere this weekend. Ashley and Weifei are going to visit Anjali in DC :(, and I am headed home before flying to Butternut Lake, Wisconsin. Ashley is also going to Spain soon, so her room is in shambles from packing.
I am excited to be moving, but sad two eras are at an end. I guess I could explain that later, since right now I feel disinclined to share. Instead, I'd like to point out how fun it is to see my room in transition... my room is uncharacteristically austere and my altar has been stripped to a bare bones minimum. It's an oasis of calm amid the chaos of change.
I have been doing alright recently. Family problems are not fixed but we are slowly and steadily mending. Butternut no longer looks like heaven to me, but at least I can finally get clean in that lake, and throw away all of the things that make me feel tarnished so then I can shine. I know good things are waiting for me in my place... I can hear them calling my name. It just seems surreal that I'm actually going there. I'm a little bit scared my place will not be where I left it.
Recently I am pervasively tired and prone to dehydration. Even though I work in an office all day I think the heat is getting to me. Here it is definitely sweltering... I'm shining with sweat as I type at my desk right now. At least I am taking a break from all this, though... I could do DP work but I spent ALL DAY slaving away at it instead of working. My boss went on vacation and Sean gave me things to do that were more or less impossible, especially considering that every damn program I touched crashed and burned with alarming severity. I even somehow broke the printer. Ash and I left early for the safety of Greif.
I am so so happy to say my DP meditation essay is done. I am also nervous, though, because I pretty much failed at it and might be mistaken. I'd like to get at least one more requirement done before I leave so I can more or less be caught up... but I don't know if it'll happen. I feel like a really shitty intern and hope to actually get doable work tomorrow.
My back is doing much better recently. This makes me really happy. Ironically, though, the better my back gets, the more I notice that my knees are unhappy, and the more I curse myself for not having the energy to go work out. It's just to gods-damned hot to go running. I'm sweating enough as is.
I didn't go to tango classes tonight because I decided I really ought to wait. There is too much going on for the rest of this summer for me to add anything else to the mix. I need a few days where I can chill and do nothing. Vegetate with friends, or even vegetate alone. Right now there are none on the horizon, but surely a golden few will come...
Just put my money for Summerland in an envelope. Will mail it out tomorrow.
Sorry I've nothing interesting to say.
The house is completely silent but for the whirring of my fan and the cicadas outside. It's weird how calm it seems despite the absolute chaos of my surroundings. There are blankets and moving boxes EVERYWHERE and Ashley's suitcases are blocking my door, and the common room is in its usual state of recently-demolished splendor. The kitchen table is ridiculous. There are boxes and storage tubs even in the kitchen. And my room is odd because my pictures are all on the ground next to my computer, and my room is filled with boxes and suitcase, hesitantly packed for my vacation up North.
Oakland is in a state of breathless transition. In addition to readying ourselves for moving, we are all headed somewhere this weekend. Ashley and Weifei are going to visit Anjali in DC :(, and I am headed home before flying to Butternut Lake, Wisconsin. Ashley is also going to Spain soon, so her room is in shambles from packing.
I am excited to be moving, but sad two eras are at an end. I guess I could explain that later, since right now I feel disinclined to share. Instead, I'd like to point out how fun it is to see my room in transition... my room is uncharacteristically austere and my altar has been stripped to a bare bones minimum. It's an oasis of calm amid the chaos of change.
I have been doing alright recently. Family problems are not fixed but we are slowly and steadily mending. Butternut no longer looks like heaven to me, but at least I can finally get clean in that lake, and throw away all of the things that make me feel tarnished so then I can shine. I know good things are waiting for me in my place... I can hear them calling my name. It just seems surreal that I'm actually going there. I'm a little bit scared my place will not be where I left it.
Recently I am pervasively tired and prone to dehydration. Even though I work in an office all day I think the heat is getting to me. Here it is definitely sweltering... I'm shining with sweat as I type at my desk right now. At least I am taking a break from all this, though... I could do DP work but I spent ALL DAY slaving away at it instead of working. My boss went on vacation and Sean gave me things to do that were more or less impossible, especially considering that every damn program I touched crashed and burned with alarming severity. I even somehow broke the printer. Ash and I left early for the safety of Greif.
I am so so happy to say my DP meditation essay is done. I am also nervous, though, because I pretty much failed at it and might be mistaken. I'd like to get at least one more requirement done before I leave so I can more or less be caught up... but I don't know if it'll happen. I feel like a really shitty intern and hope to actually get doable work tomorrow.
My back is doing much better recently. This makes me really happy. Ironically, though, the better my back gets, the more I notice that my knees are unhappy, and the more I curse myself for not having the energy to go work out. It's just to gods-damned hot to go running. I'm sweating enough as is.
I didn't go to tango classes tonight because I decided I really ought to wait. There is too much going on for the rest of this summer for me to add anything else to the mix. I need a few days where I can chill and do nothing. Vegetate with friends, or even vegetate alone. Right now there are none on the horizon, but surely a golden few will come...
Just put my money for Summerland in an envelope. Will mail it out tomorrow.
Sorry I've nothing interesting to say.