Sitting on the plane from Dallas to San Francisco, the first of three flights of the journey from the Dallas to Bangkok, I wasn’t really tired but I fell asleep for a few hours after getting restless while reading. Every so often gravity started anchoring my head down and as it fell I would wake up in a rush before I drifted off. The pilot announced we were about to cross the Sierra Nevadas and…
Tag: introspection
Arkansas death wish
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It’s 2009 and I just split up with a girl I was maniacally in love with. Hindsight tells me our relationship was really more of unhealthy obsession…at least on my part. At this point in my life I was even…
luxury and misery
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I started a post yesterday that was going to chronicle my troubled life consisting of breezy days on the patio drinking iced caramel macchiatos, blogging away on my new laptop…but I got sidetracked thinking about backpacks and selling all of my shit. Certain conversation invariably comes up with friends about why we’re dissatisfied with our lives when we are so incredibly fortunate. I live with my parents and work about 30 or so hours a…
minimization
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Right now I’m sitting outside a Starbucks like I often do. The reason I come here is because 1) I work at this particular store so I don’t usually pay for drinks, and 2) it is within walking distance of home. I was at home cleaning out my room and the garage, looking for things to sell or donate. The idea of minimizing what I own is very appealing; it’s always been somewhat a romantic fascination of…
a peaceful reminder
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This morning I woke up feeling incredibly rested. I went to the bathroom and then walked back in my room with a calm presence over me, somewhat hyper-aware, admiring the way the carpet felt on my feet. Kind of in a surreal state where random thoughts just pop in your head, like “I’m so thankful my feet and legs work.” I laughed to myself and looked at the clock to see what time it was. It…
au revoir
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It seems to be I am in the state where getting out of this country, or maybe just being somewhere totally new, has become a top priority in my life. So exigent is this desire that at times I can’t sit still and I feel a burn in my skin at the thought of being here, of feeling like I am doing nothing “beyond existing”. It sounds pretty dramatic. I frequently miss China, though I try…