The places we go
I have no cause for writing this other than a sudden feeling that I should.
Preparation for the deployment has forced everyone to work at double the pace, while each of us readying ourselves individually leaves little time for rest in between. I was intending on loading the remainder of my belongings into the storage facility this evening, but after the first load I figured that I needed to catch up on sleep. Lanier banged on my door a few times during my nap, reminding me that I had said yesterday that I'd take him to Best Buy, but after a stern "FUCK OFF" he eventually gave up. Lately, I just don't have the time or patience to be friendly to those I don't consider friends.
At a quarter past midnight I woke up and jumped back into gear. The apartment needed to be touched up before I cleared and vacated, there was still laundry to do, and a pile of garbage still lingered in the kitchen because my roommate is worthless. Driving out to get rid of the trash and pick up laundry detergent, I softly listened to Zeromancer, reminding me of old times when it was common for me to make late Wednesday night drives to either Mars Bar or Fall Out. It was our thing back then, and I'm sure there's still a few people who venture out there once in a while when they get the same nostalgia. I only remember a few of their faces, thanks to facebook, though I haven't had anything to say to them in years. I doubt there will ever be a reunion with of all of us; like that party I went to with Jay, crowding in a small house, the ladies half naked and the men getting completely smashed off vodka and red bulls. There won't ever be a reconnection with us or a desire to relive the past. Hell, I don't think Dawn even keeps up with these people anymore.
Life is continuing to flow, whether we like it or not. Past friends are following their destinies across the country, travelling too fast for their networks to keep up. There's a side of me that wants to catch up with them, but its too much work to try to keep a bond between every one. With intentions to relocate frequently and continue the journey I'll have to accept that out of all the relationships that I make throughout the years, only a handful will be saved from slipping away. The last time I was in Richmond I was able to take inventory of the people I still had around on the east. Surprisingly this was all accomplished with a couple trips to Aladdin Express and Waffle House
Observing my surroundings I was able to see that the old crowd had left the building and a new generation of regulars had taken their place. I see this every time I step in to Fall Out, Sahara, or Barnes and Noble and pick out a group that I've never met before but have frequented the location. I think what would make me feel satisfied now is to establish a regular pattern at a new place and create new memories for an entry like this one many years down the road; maybe a bar in Tacoma, or a cafe in Seattle. Of course, this would have to take place next year as I won't be around after next week.
You know, now that I think of it, I wouldn't consider this nostalgia per se. I don't desire a return to an old life style from the last decade because the situations we're in now are from progression in our lives. I think more than anything, I needed this moment and used it as a time to reflect.
-MR
Preparation for the deployment has forced everyone to work at double the pace, while each of us readying ourselves individually leaves little time for rest in between. I was intending on loading the remainder of my belongings into the storage facility this evening, but after the first load I figured that I needed to catch up on sleep. Lanier banged on my door a few times during my nap, reminding me that I had said yesterday that I'd take him to Best Buy, but after a stern "FUCK OFF" he eventually gave up. Lately, I just don't have the time or patience to be friendly to those I don't consider friends.
At a quarter past midnight I woke up and jumped back into gear. The apartment needed to be touched up before I cleared and vacated, there was still laundry to do, and a pile of garbage still lingered in the kitchen because my roommate is worthless. Driving out to get rid of the trash and pick up laundry detergent, I softly listened to Zeromancer, reminding me of old times when it was common for me to make late Wednesday night drives to either Mars Bar or Fall Out. It was our thing back then, and I'm sure there's still a few people who venture out there once in a while when they get the same nostalgia. I only remember a few of their faces, thanks to facebook, though I haven't had anything to say to them in years. I doubt there will ever be a reunion with of all of us; like that party I went to with Jay, crowding in a small house, the ladies half naked and the men getting completely smashed off vodka and red bulls. There won't ever be a reconnection with us or a desire to relive the past. Hell, I don't think Dawn even keeps up with these people anymore.
Life is continuing to flow, whether we like it or not. Past friends are following their destinies across the country, travelling too fast for their networks to keep up. There's a side of me that wants to catch up with them, but its too much work to try to keep a bond between every one. With intentions to relocate frequently and continue the journey I'll have to accept that out of all the relationships that I make throughout the years, only a handful will be saved from slipping away. The last time I was in Richmond I was able to take inventory of the people I still had around on the east. Surprisingly this was all accomplished with a couple trips to Aladdin Express and Waffle House
Observing my surroundings I was able to see that the old crowd had left the building and a new generation of regulars had taken their place. I see this every time I step in to Fall Out, Sahara, or Barnes and Noble and pick out a group that I've never met before but have frequented the location. I think what would make me feel satisfied now is to establish a regular pattern at a new place and create new memories for an entry like this one many years down the road; maybe a bar in Tacoma, or a cafe in Seattle. Of course, this would have to take place next year as I won't be around after next week.
You know, now that I think of it, I wouldn't consider this nostalgia per se. I don't desire a return to an old life style from the last decade because the situations we're in now are from progression in our lives. I think more than anything, I needed this moment and used it as a time to reflect.
-MR