Home: June 2, 2009

I've said goodbye to my two homes this past month.
What is home?
The place I always end up coming back to, prepared or unprepared.
The place not many in my life know but me.
A place of physical comfort, stillness, rest and unconditional love.
A refuge from distraction, from myself, from those who impact me.
A place that holds all the people I love in one place as I venture out.
A place to reassess.
But now it's time for everyone to venture out, not only me.
And so, the home I knew and loved is broken into tiny pieces.
Where each person in each place holds a piece of nostalgia.
And the physical becomes metaphoric
And the memories are no longer held under one roof, but many around the world.

back to the open road...

Reality check: The Real World: March 2, 2010

I dread when it's near, for I know it will appear

And when it's all said and done, I'll feel for you less.

Catch it before it spreads

Burst it before it explodes

End it before it fades

Run before it devours...

... Remember the callous, the pattern begins

The road and the adventure only allow one

Two can never walk parallel,

One stands, one falls.

Follow the ambition like a sleep walker,

Let no one wake you.

Sleep is fragile and personal...

As is independence and solitude.

Let nothing stop it,

Let no distractions possess it.

Let nothing touch it.

It is the only constant, the only thing left to control.

So wipe those tears, clear your throat.

Face the life that never seizes to disappoint,

When you share it with another

what started as a facebook status...

Greatest culture shock:city mentality where most everything is about the "do" and rarely about the "who". Like the city, coffee isolates with its complication.We desensitize our appreciation for a simple cup of coffee after ordering too many soy, caramel, short mocha blah blahs. Likewise, we lose our taste for simplicity, the world around us and for ourselves (at the core) when we focus on fulfilling our MANY- EXCESSIVE personal options and dreams. Coffee and cities should bring people together. We give ourselves more options than we really need and we wonder why we've lost all sense of community. How is it, that in a place with a concentrated amount of people, people feel most void of genuine interaction? We do it to ourselves by over specificying. Life (coffee) was meant to be simple and consumed SLOWLY and ENJOYED in the precense of friends- not pushing past people on the street, in a single cubicle or behind a stack of textbooks... maybe i shouldn't be a barista, and maybe i should be ranting on paper rather than facebook...