Alaska. Back to NY. Robert visiting. Back to work. Friends over. UCB x2. Harry Potter midnight premiere. Harry Potter musical. Dinner out. Feel like I haven't stopped moving since stepping on the cruise ship. And now that I've got a day to do nothing I find Belle syndrome kicking in.
Met so many people in Alaska, saw so many different kinds of life. In between our various activities I'd look out the windows of the ship as we flew past mountain after mountain and wonder about picking up everything for a few years and either traveling or going into something like the peace corp. What if I was in a place that smelled like fresh air all the time and not just every time you passed a park (and even then you get wiffs of garbage and dog shit).
Something my roommate said a long time ago is finally getting to me: "You have to ask yourself, what did I do for my career today?"
So today I watched the pilot of The league. And I'm writing here. It's been a long time since I wrote something in this - almost a year. I don't want another year to pass by without eRecording what it's meant.
Been thinking a lot, too, about my generation, my time, my era and my place in it. About what it means and how I can bring meaning to it. This is a start, I think, to finding the balance we're looking for. And something that can't be written off.
*sidenote: my air conditioner just kicked up and it sounds like a garbage disposal. I wish it worked like my grandparent's TV - where when it started to get too staticy and loud we just gave it a nice slap in the "sweet spot" on the right side and it would be normal again for ten minutes.*
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