Later We'll Be Better

It's been a really long time, since I have felt inspired enough to even consider writing in my blog. I am overwhelmed with schoolwork and actual work and, whenever I get a chance to breathe, someone walks in and starts talking to me. Be careful what you wish for. When I was in high school, all that I wanted in the world was to easily talk to people. I do a decent job now and it came at a cost - my alone time.

I'm not complaining, although I can see where I might come off as if I am. Life is pretty good, but so busy and I'm tired, and I miss my family. I am listening to Adele's new song on repeat, Someone Like You. It is really good, but puts me into a bit of a melancholy mood remembering everything that has happened in my life in the past few years. It feels as if, after I graduated undergrad, someone hit the gas pedal on my life car and everything started to get really intense. Now, in grad school and completely consumed in work and school, I have done a pretty good job blocking it out, but then ghosts from the pasts reappear. 30 years ago, if I had lived this nomadic life, no one would be able to find me. I would be able to escape the people that fucked with my psyche, but today, I have facebook, the same email address, google...3 years ago I left Washington in a bittersweet haze. I continue to miss the children that I worked with, but the knot in my stomach from colleagues was in desperate need of being cut free. I successfully freed myself from the situation and was on my way from Michigan to Texas, Texas across the deep south to Florida, on a plane to New Orleans, a drive back to Michigan, on a plane to Galveston, onto a boat to float in the Gulf of Mexico, back on a plane to Michigan, back in the car to Texas, On a road trip to face bears and tumultuous relationships in Colorado to Michigan to Vashion Island to Chimicum, WA to feel the pain of failure and separation anxiety, I left to California to beat myself up for flaws, across the southwest, we stopped in Vegas, I pierced my nose, got lost in the desert, back to Michigan, and settled in Wisconsin in a desperate attempt to grow-up. That was quite a run-on of life. Sometimes I wonder, is life just one constant runaway game?