it's been quite a while since i've been here. there's been a lot going on. all good things. travel to far-flung lands (check out my other blog, which is also wanting for attention or at least fingers pressing on keys), gettin' hitched, moving across the north american continent, embarking on a 3 yr journey of formal landscape architecture training.
so many good things. good things + more good things = really really good things?
perhaps. but not for me. it's been rough. like tearing the bandaid off your knee as a kid and you're almost ready to start shaving but haven't yet so it hurts. that's kind of what it's felt like being away from the atlantic coast. you know that in time it'll feel okay. and approaching the edge just before it happens it seems like nothing, but then you're in the middle of it and you want to stop and you want to go forward and you just want to run away.
this semester is progressing much better than the fall. thank the sweet lord. my favorite (not favourite for all you canucks reading-is anyone actually reading?) class is Theory in Experiences and Place with Doug Paterson. the way i feel reading the articles and books or attending lecture is the way i feel when i read poetry. i feel light and like ive found my place in the world. in our last class on tuesday doug mentioned that one thing he'd love to design would be a parade.
well, if everyday is a parade, then i have the opportunity to design a new parade everyday. and why not?! i may not be where i want to be long-term but my parade can go down all sorts of roads and paths.
i love the 2 person parade i pull up the rear on several times a day with henry around our neighborhood. he has so much interest and excitement is so many things. while we walk these same few blocks multiple times a day he never ceases to find something interesting. also he little legs are so cute as he trots along.
life is what you make of it. and i just made vegan mac and cheese, steamed cabbage, and sauteed black beans. chow time! until next time~
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Saturday, August 2, 2008
oh you're so young
'oh you're so young, you have plenty of time to______(fill in the blank) a) figure out your life b) find a mate c) establish your career d) learn a language, on and on, you get the idea.
everytime i heard it i loved it. i didn't want people to stop telling me how young i am and how much time i have. i was always so comforted hearing this. who wouldn't like to be reminded that they have all the time in the world, as if the clock stopped ticking when it came to me?! sometime in my mid-twenties i began wondering when i would stop hearing this phrase said to me. for a number of years i even began to question to friends about this.
as i suspected the time has come when i rarely hear these words spoken to me. that have to admit that this does sadden me a bit. in part it is a nostalgia for the past, a longing for eternal youth. wanting to know that this crazy ride will never end.
last night i had a date with myself. my fiance is out of town. i got all dressed up and took myself out to see my favorite band from texas, the asylum street spankers. as always, it was a fantastic show. there weren't as many sex and drugs songs however. they sang 2 songs from their children's album (yes, they made a whole album appropriate for kids!?). christina's pregnant. wammo cut his hair and was wearing a button-up shirt. not quite like the days of old. and it didn't feel like when i would go out back in the day, wondering who i would meet, feeling such freedom.
these days im not looking to meet to meet anyone and that is a different and wonderful feeling of freedom, that includes not going home disappointed and feeling all alone in the world. while i do feel strange in this period, this transition watching my youth slowly diminish in the distance i see that we are all on the merry go round together. it would be cheating if i stayed 27, forever being told how young i am, as bespectacled wammo, expectant christina and the eternally changing line up strum a new tune, that is now my new tune, everyday's a parade.
everytime i heard it i loved it. i didn't want people to stop telling me how young i am and how much time i have. i was always so comforted hearing this. who wouldn't like to be reminded that they have all the time in the world, as if the clock stopped ticking when it came to me?! sometime in my mid-twenties i began wondering when i would stop hearing this phrase said to me. for a number of years i even began to question to friends about this.
as i suspected the time has come when i rarely hear these words spoken to me. that have to admit that this does sadden me a bit. in part it is a nostalgia for the past, a longing for eternal youth. wanting to know that this crazy ride will never end.
last night i had a date with myself. my fiance is out of town. i got all dressed up and took myself out to see my favorite band from texas, the asylum street spankers. as always, it was a fantastic show. there weren't as many sex and drugs songs however. they sang 2 songs from their children's album (yes, they made a whole album appropriate for kids!?). christina's pregnant. wammo cut his hair and was wearing a button-up shirt. not quite like the days of old. and it didn't feel like when i would go out back in the day, wondering who i would meet, feeling such freedom.
these days im not looking to meet to meet anyone and that is a different and wonderful feeling of freedom, that includes not going home disappointed and feeling all alone in the world. while i do feel strange in this period, this transition watching my youth slowly diminish in the distance i see that we are all on the merry go round together. it would be cheating if i stayed 27, forever being told how young i am, as bespectacled wammo, expectant christina and the eternally changing line up strum a new tune, that is now my new tune, everyday's a parade.
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