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Here's a short story for you. Once upon a time, I returned to the world of full-time employment. Even before re-establishing this financial stability, I was tentatively planning a trip to Croatia in the autumn of 2013. But that's beginning to feel too distant.
It doesn't help that I know several people who are going to cool places and doing fun things right now. And maybe I was spurred on by my exploratory stint in NYC.
Ultimately, I've started thinking about a little spring fling. Maybe a way to ring in my final year as a twenty-something (whoa, I'm almost old). Although I'd be more than happy to have some company on whatever international jaunt that occurs, I'm at ease with flying solo again too.
For a solo adventure, there's a 100% chance that I'll end up in a Spanish-speaking country - likely Ecuador. If someone joins me, I'm open to discussion. Let's just go somewhere, eat, drink, be merry, and appreciate a cultural experience that varies from our every day.
Until then, I suppose a few domestic journeys to Michigan (and 24 hours in San Antonio) will have to suffice, though I know that they won't quite satisfy my wanderlust in the same way.
bird's house view \09.22\
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It doesn't help that I know several people who are going to cool places and doing fun things right now. And maybe I was spurred on by my exploratory stint in NYC.
Ultimately, I've started thinking about a little spring fling. Maybe a way to ring in my final year as a twenty-something (whoa, I'm almost old). Although I'd be more than happy to have some company on whatever international jaunt that occurs, I'm at ease with flying solo again too.
For a solo adventure, there's a 100% chance that I'll end up in a Spanish-speaking country - likely Ecuador. If someone joins me, I'm open to discussion. Let's just go somewhere, eat, drink, be merry, and appreciate a cultural experience that varies from our every day.
Until then, I suppose a few domestic journeys to Michigan (and 24 hours in San Antonio) will have to suffice, though I know that they won't quite satisfy my wanderlust in the same way.
In an ideal world, I would have a much more interesting photo for today. I had grand expectations of stopping over at Northwestern's campus as I passed through Evanston. In reality, there was no time or energy for such endeavors; so you get a snapshot taken from my driver's seat at a red light. It is in Evanston though.
I was on the road by 7:00am (it then took only an hour to go twenty miles - insert sarcasm font), then I spent nine hours unpacking a home for a family of five, followed by another hour-long commute. I decided to skip the highway route on the journey home for two reasons: 1) an accident on the Eden would have made my commute time indefinite and 2) the thought of zig zagging around back roads for the scenic route sounded appealing.
Today's deep thoughts on life were more like reaffirmations...and not that deep. First, I don't think I could make it living in the city and working in the burbs. That whole notion of an easier reverse commute is a myth (as opposed to suburbs to city). My speedometer rarely topped 20 mph this morning. And second, people just flat out own way more belongings than they could possibly need. Clearly I am not exempt, although 550 square feet of living space helps stifle the urge to invest in material goods. Every time I do an unpack or organizing job, I want to come home and purge "stuff". At least I have a small head start on the game with my nearly obsessive need to organize and contain; that makes accumulation less likely. It's also helpful that I have long since renounced willingness to partake in ownership of knick knacks and tchotchkes.
rockin' the suburbs \06.21\
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texture,
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I was on the road by 7:00am (it then took only an hour to go twenty miles - insert sarcasm font), then I spent nine hours unpacking a home for a family of five, followed by another hour-long commute. I decided to skip the highway route on the journey home for two reasons: 1) an accident on the Eden would have made my commute time indefinite and 2) the thought of zig zagging around back roads for the scenic route sounded appealing.
Today's deep thoughts on life were more like reaffirmations...and not that deep. First, I don't think I could make it living in the city and working in the burbs. That whole notion of an easier reverse commute is a myth (as opposed to suburbs to city). My speedometer rarely topped 20 mph this morning. And second, people just flat out own way more belongings than they could possibly need. Clearly I am not exempt, although 550 square feet of living space helps stifle the urge to invest in material goods. Every time I do an unpack or organizing job, I want to come home and purge "stuff". At least I have a small head start on the game with my nearly obsessive need to organize and contain; that makes accumulation less likely. It's also helpful that I have long since renounced willingness to partake in ownership of knick knacks and tchotchkes.