| It’s been quite a weekend. Lucy and I cleaned up the place, just in case her parents (who are in town for 24 hours) want to come see it on their way out tomorrow. We also worked on a special surprise for our Road Trip: Big Fish people, watched amazingly geeky movies, and made out like crazy.
It seems I’ll be leaving for Paris on a Tuesday night, and I’ll be staying until Sunday (because it’s cheaper than leaving on Saturday). We’ll see how that goes – I remember numbers up to a hundred, and I can ask them to “drive me to the bookstore”. Heh. Having a cell that is pretty much guaranteed not to work there complicates things a little. I’ve been really enjoying my conversations about art, creativity, motivation and joy/love lately. It has been awhile since I’ve really had a chance to dive into these topics, and it is good to recenter and remind myself what my thoughts really are. My apartment lease is due shortly, and it annoys me to sign it, even though it probably won’t be all that hard to find a sub-lease for this place. It’s very nice, and I’ve been almost entirely happy with it here. I should, at least, put up the prints in my bedroom at some point. I’ve only lived here, like, two years, right? In all the hard choices I’ve had to make over the years, I try to keep in mind that I’m lucky to have these sorts of decisions to make (historically speaking). Choosing between good jobs, choosing between fine women, choosing between cities, choosing a career … we’re not talking “choose between eating or medicating”. I’m lucky, both the kind one manufactures and the other kind. |
Happiness More or less It’s just a change in me Something in my liberty Oh, my, my Happiness Coming and going I watch you look at me Watch my fever growing I know just where I am But how many corners do I have to turn? But I’m a lucky man Happiness Happiness But how many corners do I have to turn? I hope you understand Gotta love that’ll never die |
Brainwaves of Sken
The why-is-its of a video editor, photographer, designer, convention-runner.
I love you baby. Missed sleeping next to you last night – Halley was not nearly as sharing as you are with the bed.
I know this post isn’t about me, specifically, but I’m a heckuva lucky girl too. I hope we have many more years of making choices together and supporting each other.
*love*
*snuggles* I’d bet so. :)
Don’t worry, everyone in Paris speaks english, often very well. And if you try to speak broken french to them, they speak english. Apparently the way I say “bonjour” is enough to signal I’m an American. And it’s really not like they hate it – often people are trying to practice their english with you, which annoying if you’re trying to practice french, useful if you are not.
Have fun in Europe! :)