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| part of me (the part tickled when friends appreciate my seemingly carefree attitude) feels a certain obligation to go on adventures. like i have a responsibility to collect stories. (or maybe i use that as an excuse to justify my tendencies to flow instead of plan.) in the movie version of my life, i dash off to new york, broke and jobless, but ready to be the starving artist nomad living out of her magic purse that mysteriously holds everything she needs while couch surfing and serendipiously discovering her path. but the virgo rising in me wants to suck it up, stay with my parental units in the suburbs for a couple weeks to save money, and then head east after i've managed some savings (beyond the ziplock back of coins that prompted airport security to search my carry-on) and maybe even a temp job lined up. less daring and adventurous, but i've done the homeless thing - living out of storage, sleeping on piles of towels on mica's dorm floor, crashing post-party on timi's couch, curling up on david's ottoman, even freezing my ass off on some roof in pb in the middle of the night. i feel i'm a seasoned nomadic wanderer. i'm still game for serendipiocitic adventures, but just aiming to go in with an actual game plan. |
| if i had followed my "plan," i'd be in new york right now. no doubt with some anecdote about getting trapped in an elevator or subway train when the black out hit. i can't decide if that makes me feel relieved... or disappointed. trying to ask myself if i'm not in new york right now because i'm actually trying to be responsible or because i'm scared or because i'm lazy... then a little voice in my head (yes, have conversations with myself):: stop trying so hard to get where you think you want to be - be present where you are |
| Largest Blackout in US History Shuts Down NYC, Other Cities August 14, 2003 |