off to go horseriding
First things first. Does anyone know my phone number? Is it 951-965-0777? Please tell me it is. I've forgotten.
It's quite nice how smoothly life can transition in these trips. Each place runs together and the loss from the last one doesn't seem so bad while the future is ahead. My last day in Tassie will be spent riding horses at Kieren's, a pub, fixing bikes and snapping shots of friends that I'm collecting so I can take their image home with me. Last night I biked home from Salamanca Square listening to Powderfinger (great Aussie band) and suddenly felt something slam into my side: an orange thrown from a bogan car that was speeding off in the distance. IT was quite funny, I laughed and took the orange home to eat it.
I have gotten the position as a soccer coach next semester with the East Bay Asian Youth Center, so you can now call me "coach Ted".
Tomorrow will be an endless plane flight that will land me in a tent on the American River, where Lando has already promised me three days work off the bat: Arrive Thursday night, work Friday Saturday, Sunday. I love OARS.
I feel like I'm on a little circular revolving platform, where I slowly turn throughout the summer, catching glimpses of different parts of my life as it unfolds. And I can't do anything to stop it, to slow it down and stay there. Hobart will be gone tomorrow, make use of it today. Rafting will be gone in 4 weeks, live in it then. Berkeley will be gone by May, make use of it today. The movement is not a bad thing, it keeps me occupied and in the center of developments as I realize its been 4 years since I left Riverside. I ran up the street last night listening to all those songs I used to listen to here, the same cleansing music that purged me of so many problems, complications, the nights that found me alone wandering up Regent from that Lord St telephone box, stumbling home from the Lady Iris and Johanna and Vicki and Martina's, the cold nights with Ilyas in the kitchen, the warm sunny days with Anna in the grass, so many things forever in my heart gone.
It's quite nice how smoothly life can transition in these trips. Each place runs together and the loss from the last one doesn't seem so bad while the future is ahead. My last day in Tassie will be spent riding horses at Kieren's, a pub, fixing bikes and snapping shots of friends that I'm collecting so I can take their image home with me. Last night I biked home from Salamanca Square listening to Powderfinger (great Aussie band) and suddenly felt something slam into my side: an orange thrown from a bogan car that was speeding off in the distance. IT was quite funny, I laughed and took the orange home to eat it.
I have gotten the position as a soccer coach next semester with the East Bay Asian Youth Center, so you can now call me "coach Ted".
Tomorrow will be an endless plane flight that will land me in a tent on the American River, where Lando has already promised me three days work off the bat: Arrive Thursday night, work Friday Saturday, Sunday. I love OARS.
I feel like I'm on a little circular revolving platform, where I slowly turn throughout the summer, catching glimpses of different parts of my life as it unfolds. And I can't do anything to stop it, to slow it down and stay there. Hobart will be gone tomorrow, make use of it today. Rafting will be gone in 4 weeks, live in it then. Berkeley will be gone by May, make use of it today. The movement is not a bad thing, it keeps me occupied and in the center of developments as I realize its been 4 years since I left Riverside. I ran up the street last night listening to all those songs I used to listen to here, the same cleansing music that purged me of so many problems, complications, the nights that found me alone wandering up Regent from that Lord St telephone box, stumbling home from the Lady Iris and Johanna and Vicki and Martina's, the cold nights with Ilyas in the kitchen, the warm sunny days with Anna in the grass, so many things forever in my heart gone.