I told myself that I'd keep up on this blog even though the sole purpose of the blog has come to a conclusion and been put away to bed over a month ago. I guess this is what real life does to you. When I was traveling, I couldn't wait to tell get on my laptop and geek out at all the great things that I saw and did that day... no matter how mundane (re: Rome's stay-in-and-watch-bad-movies festival).
But that's just it: Now things are settling into a series of mundane tasks. Oh, at least there's no monotony, I suppose. And the static that is my new life in this apartment has been magically broken up by the visitations of old friends and new recently, whose company gave us so much laughter over the course of the last few days. But still... there's something that's eating at me and I can't quite figure it out. I commented today that I feel like I don't really have anything to do, which is great because now I can play video games or watch movies or catch up on TV series or read comics or do anything that I enjoy doing to my hearts content. So many ways to waste time, in fact, that I find I don't really have time to do them all. Which is not so great after all, come to find out. I figure, when laziness becomes work, you might as well get a job. At least then I could bitch about it and gain a tidbit of sympathy from others, most of whom bust their asses every day to make ends meet and probably don't want to come home to a messy blog that can't help but bitch about being bored all the time.
As it stands, I am waiting for school to start up in June. Until then, I have chores and plans and things to do to pass the time and let me feel accomplished. But that nebulous time in-between is starting to give me itchy feet. I really miss travel and the necessary distraction it brings. I guess, until I'm able to get going again, I will just have to take every day one at a time like the normal people do. Boo hoo for me, right?
Right.
Thanks for letting me ramble my maudlin thoughts across the vast wasteland of the internets for a few. I'll try to make sure one of the ways I waste time on a regular basis ends up being towards this blog.
Cheers.
-d@n
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Happy Days Are Here Again
Yesterday, my wife and I wrote a check for the first month's rent at our new apartment. After over two weeks of struggling to find a place to live that accommodated all the necessities we desire in a domicile, we finally found a great place on the corner of 15th and Hawthorne Blvd. Best yet? They take dogs.
So life returns slowly to normal. I signed up for classes at PSU yesterday morning where I plan to work on my degree. Lupe is back to full swing work, pulling a weekend show as well as a massive order for a big-time client. I worked the 50% off sale at Excalibur this weekend and have the aching back to prove it. We picked up boxes from my mom's house yesterday, sent from various locales across the globe. We ate at the food carts on 12th St with friends the other day. I still get my coffee from the same place I always have.
This is what passes for "real life" right now. I'm excited to move into our new place and look forward to getting a new kind of living underway: a life filled with friends and dinner parties and getting out to see the parts of Portland I've missed most. Maybe even see some parts I've been remiss in seeing. That'll be my saving grace, I think: the world I've yet to discover right here at home. There is so much this city has to keep you busy if you are brave enough to go out there and touch it. I've become more complacent about Portland in my last few years. This is something I need to rectify immediately. The anxiousness that comes with the 'hurry-up-and-wait" is hard to bear though. I feel like there is so much living I want to do but I'm stuck in a holding pattern while we figure out just how, exactly, we are going to do it. Luckily, I think that the new apartment is the first step of many that will get me back on the streets, soaking it in.
Spring is upon us. In Portland, that means sunshowers and cherry blossoms, Americanos and Powell's, hoodies and jeans. It means a rebirth in every sense of the word; my life starting over.
Here we go.
-d@n
So life returns slowly to normal. I signed up for classes at PSU yesterday morning where I plan to work on my degree. Lupe is back to full swing work, pulling a weekend show as well as a massive order for a big-time client. I worked the 50% off sale at Excalibur this weekend and have the aching back to prove it. We picked up boxes from my mom's house yesterday, sent from various locales across the globe. We ate at the food carts on 12th St with friends the other day. I still get my coffee from the same place I always have.
This is what passes for "real life" right now. I'm excited to move into our new place and look forward to getting a new kind of living underway: a life filled with friends and dinner parties and getting out to see the parts of Portland I've missed most. Maybe even see some parts I've been remiss in seeing. That'll be my saving grace, I think: the world I've yet to discover right here at home. There is so much this city has to keep you busy if you are brave enough to go out there and touch it. I've become more complacent about Portland in my last few years. This is something I need to rectify immediately. The anxiousness that comes with the 'hurry-up-and-wait" is hard to bear though. I feel like there is so much living I want to do but I'm stuck in a holding pattern while we figure out just how, exactly, we are going to do it. Luckily, I think that the new apartment is the first step of many that will get me back on the streets, soaking it in.
Spring is upon us. In Portland, that means sunshowers and cherry blossoms, Americanos and Powell's, hoodies and jeans. It means a rebirth in every sense of the word; my life starting over.
Here we go.
-d@n
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