We fly next monday or tuesday, to Edmonton, Alberta, which is in Canada. The visa for Alaska didn’t work out in the end, so we are being re-directed. This is a dream, I won’t believe it’s real until I see the plane tickets. Time to finally get packing.
Nobody who ever was disenfranchised was not first entitled.
Freshly baked chocolate cookies
CAN YOU FART
DO IT NOW
Where can I find a big enough rock to hide under?
A) Coming home to find your room converted to a laundry/storage area, and your bed packed away into storage
B) Coming home to a quiet, empty house
Somehow can’t seem to shake this persistent feeling of transience I get ever since Feb 2011, which is when army started. I’ve had so many houses away from home, and expended tremendous energy making homes out of them.
Far from melancholy, the emotion/feeling/thing I feel most strongly when I come home to find it strange and familiar is lost. It’s not even that I miss home that badly. To be completely honest, my family is fun and awesome and all that, but I don’t miss them all that much either.
I have always considered myself a flexible person. Recent events have forced me to finally give the antithesis its due consideration, and my new postulate is as follows: I am a flexible person insofar as I initiated, or am in control of the direction and magnitude of the change.
I guess humans are creatures of habit, after all. And perhaps desires for change come about only when extreme tedium or ennui subdue the habit impulse. Desiring change can become a habit. Otherwise it can conveniently be labelled as anomalous.
“We were walking home. Everybody else playing Saturday donkey; pannier laden either side with vegetables and meat. The queues at the bus-stop, the shop-neon switching off, the roar of the garbage trucks clearing forests of cardboard. All this familiar and far away. I wanted to buy something the way I want to flex my fingers when they are chilled. Still there? All still there? Normal, and I a part of it. If all these lives are as before why not mine?”
Home is where you don’t have to check 3 times that you have everything with you before you hit the shower.
go to sleep, everything will be alright the next morning. —
thoughts to note. (via limwj)
I prefer to think that everything will be better. That’s as much as I can be sure of, at least.