...making the best of Seattle as it slowly turns cold & dreary.
I'm now living with Holly and Caleigh, although it's too soon to say how it's working out. All seems to be going well, but I'm still acclimating. I suppose it'll take awhile to really define my boundaries and learn to recognize Holly's. I can say, however, that I appreciate not living in that awful neighborhood anymore. And the complete lack of a daily commute is definitely something worth celebrating!
So...as I sit down to type this, it occurs to me that I'm not really sure why I even bother. It's not as though I really have anything noteworthy to say, and my entries have all but lost any trace of poetry. As Karen says, somewhere around Japan my writing lost its romance. Perhaps I've just grown up a bit? Regardless, I don't even know what the point is if no one ever reads it. At least, I have no indication that anyone does. For all I know, I'm simply spewing drab antecdotes and reporting trivial accomplishments to an audience of one....myself. And really...where's the sense in that? If you are one of the rare few that visits, please, do me a favor...say hello...leave a comment or two...(the option to do so is at the bottom of this entry and every other entry I've ever posted) I'm working on including a Guestbook, but it'll be awhile before that's a reality.
I know this website is horribly self-serving and vainglorious, but for some undefinable reason....I enjoy maintaining it. Mostly, it serves the purpose of reminding me that I have passions...that my life is not just comprised of obligatory activities and survival techniques and that the aqcuisition of money and its subsequent promise of comfort are not the only things worth striving for.
I think that's what scares me the most about getting older. It's the part of me that grows increasingly complacent...the part that seems to be growing ever more adept at crowding out any remnants of once vibrant dreams, replacing them instead with sized-down memories that are more easily tucked away and forgotten. It's like a cancerous amnesia that's slowly obliterating my creative self and I am at a complete loss as to how I can fight it. This unimaginative life is not what I envisioned...the little girl in me is grossly disappointed...
That being said...I do believe I'll go nurture my stolidity by sitting in front of the television. I've been chasing a toddler around all day and, quite frankly...I'm exhausted. How ironic is that? Nothing could be more vacuous than succumbing to the ridiculously pointless yet hypnotic ways of modern TV. No wonder I'm vanishing into myself...I'm completely lacking any trace of motivation! Ten consecutive hours with a one-year old will do that to ya.
Until next time...