I’ve had nothing to write in here lately, nothing at all… My life is, in the words of Ms. Austen, a “endless succession of busy nothings.” Not that events haven’t been transpiring, but for some reason I haven’t felt the urge to disclose them, and didn’t want to force myself to type everything up stiffly in here. I don’t want this to be a static record of events, but something more expressive, but expression needs inspiration, and I haven’t found that lately… Well, perhaps a whisper, a gauzy shadow of inspiration has crept across my mind… but nothing that merited expression in this direction. I don’t know. Every time I try to examine the value of this journal, I come face to face with the paradox of its nature, the public/private duality of it all. I suppose that’s why the distinction is made as far as the security level of the journal entry we wish to post, but… still. I don’t know. Everything with come out right after I exorcise these musings, I’m sure.
I got an actual reply to a job inquiry yesterday. A yacht company in Chesapeake, Virginia sent me an application for employment. I don’t know if it’s standard practice for them to do that with every applicant, but, regardless, I promptly filled it out. I’m not sure how I’d feel about living in Virginia. If the process goes any further, I will have to scope things out, not only the area, but of course my possible employer as well. I don’t want to get myself into another Luhrs situation. I’ve been broadening my job searches lately, looking all up and down the east coast, and even some westward. It’s odd, but a part of me, now that I’ve lived for a bit down here in Florida, the state where my aunt, my mother’s sister, lives, wants to go to the other extreme and live in New England, the region where my mother’s other sister lives. But that’s all pretense. Though the snow and salt on the roads wouldn’t make for a happy sports car, something about the academic, sweaters-and-clam-chowder, deciduous-tree-paradise-in-the-fall culture does appeal to me immensely. I’m praying about it. These are just my daydreams.
yeah, i hear ya. all I’ve been writing lately is just nonsense. nothing of importance. nothing major’s really going on…for both of us. we’ve both entered the routine of mundane life. Work and bills and a set daily schedule almost. I think we both need to find jobs that we can hold on to and that excites us. Not really a job then but rather something we enjoy doing and getting paid for it. Alas…more idealistic thinking from me. haha.
I agree. This isn’t the routine for me (thank goodness), but I would like to be somewhere else, in many ways. Self-motivation is the hardest part, though. At some point I just have to get off my rear end and do stuff instead of the complacency that’s so appealing. I just wish I wasn’t the most motivated after midnight, though. Weird college leftover… Heh.
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I can really see you enjoying the new england area… you should at least look for something up in that area, you never know, maybe thats where you’re supposed to be anyways ;)
Yeah… I’ve spent quite a bit of time up there with my relatives, visiting Boston, and visiting colleges… (I very nearly attended Worcester Polytechnic Institute. Another one of those big what-ifs…) It’s beautiful, especially in the fall, and when the lakes and such freeze over in the winter. I’m looking. We’ll see :o)
ah, nice :)
I’m thinking about driving up to the Boston area for Fall Break (visit friends and to see the city)