Endlich...
6:15 in the morning and for no reason I am still awake, sitting at All City Coffee, because at 5:45 I decided there was no way I would sleep enough to make sleep worth it and tore the covers angrily from myself, not sure what I was mad at. Rosemary sleeps peacefully upstairs in my bed.
Perhaps I DO know the reason I'm still awake. Perhaps it is because at long last I have made a final decision the date of my impending departure. For months the date sat in a three week limbo period, undetermined as a result of factors ranging from Masashi's uncertainty about his impending visit to my not wanting to leave, finally feeling really happy with my life in Seattle (good timing). Yesterday I hashed out the details of Ma-chan's visit, and good news abounds: he is able to come early enough in August that I can both see him for two weeks and leave for Thailand by September. So, mein Kinder, vielleicht das die problem ist, I think I am simply too fucking excited to sleep, with fantasies and tagtraume about life in Thailand from the likely to the absurd running through my head (Christmas with Steve and Sanon; arguing with my roomate, DJ Oat, over which couch to buy: he likes leather because it's easy to clean, I think the climate is too hot for a leather couch, so sticky!), all the while interrupted by thoughts of spending two weeks with that Jeep-crowned King, and the road trip we (may) take to Las Cruces, assisting Rosemary in HER exciting relocation.
I wonder if this is what Noa regularly feels like, this excitment tinged with ethereal optimism, haunted with the threat of collapse from exhaustion. I feel like this is probably the case. Noa?
Fuck, I love life right now. Life: drink it in. If only I could be sitting here with the knowledge that I would be facing the day well-rested...
Hmmm.... Time to go buy a plane ticket. More updating soon...
Perhaps I DO know the reason I'm still awake. Perhaps it is because at long last I have made a final decision the date of my impending departure. For months the date sat in a three week limbo period, undetermined as a result of factors ranging from Masashi's uncertainty about his impending visit to my not wanting to leave, finally feeling really happy with my life in Seattle (good timing). Yesterday I hashed out the details of Ma-chan's visit, and good news abounds: he is able to come early enough in August that I can both see him for two weeks and leave for Thailand by September. So, mein Kinder, vielleicht das die problem ist, I think I am simply too fucking excited to sleep, with fantasies and tagtraume about life in Thailand from the likely to the absurd running through my head (Christmas with Steve and Sanon; arguing with my roomate, DJ Oat, over which couch to buy: he likes leather because it's easy to clean, I think the climate is too hot for a leather couch, so sticky!), all the while interrupted by thoughts of spending two weeks with that Jeep-crowned King, and the road trip we (may) take to Las Cruces, assisting Rosemary in HER exciting relocation.
I wonder if this is what Noa regularly feels like, this excitment tinged with ethereal optimism, haunted with the threat of collapse from exhaustion. I feel like this is probably the case. Noa?
Fuck, I love life right now. Life: drink it in. If only I could be sitting here with the knowledge that I would be facing the day well-rested...
Hmmm.... Time to go buy a plane ticket. More updating soon...