Would it be totally lame if I quoted song lyrics in this blog? I'm pretty sure it would be lame. I'm not an ironic hipster, and I'm not an artistic poet so I can't really pull it off either way. I'll just say I've been enjoying sleeping at last lately. Their songs are a little bit heavy on similes but otherwise nice and good for the weather we've been experiencing.
I'm super excited about Christmas this year for 2 reasons.
Reason 1: IT MIGHT SNOW. It will be my 2nd ever white Christmas. The first was when it snowed in Corpus for the first time in a thousand years and some guy had a stroke of Genius and sold the snow on ebay for $6000 or so. This time there will be more snow, and it will probably last more than 2 days.
Reason 2: I WILL BE IN NORTHERN IRELAND. My delightful friend Arlene invited me to spend Christmas with her in Bally castle, right near the Giants Causeway; which consequently is on my bucket list of places to see. There's also a night in Belfast in the works as well as possibly meeting some other northern Irish friends.
And now for some serious stuff.
“The foolish person seeks happiness in the distance; the wise person grows it under their feet.” -James Oppenheim
I have moved every three or four months for the past 3 years. It started as a way to have a little adventure and excitement. I like a change of pace sometimes. My constant travel quickly became an expensive and ultimately useless coping mechanism. If I didn't like myself, or my life, I'd just walk away and start over. It has taken me 27 years to realize I can't run away from myself. It doesn't matter where I go. A new place doesn't make a new me. In the end I'm just the same girl in a new a country and its just a matter of time (usually about 3 months) before I fall into my same old patterns. Which I hate. I am only just realizing this, though it must be painfully obvious to everyone else. I am here for the next 2 years. The last couple of weeks have been exceptionally hard on me because I was beginning to feel the need to get away from myself. But I can't. I have commitments, I have loans! So I suppose I am either going to have to deal with this-or get exceptionally fat as my other coping mechanism is something I like to call "escapism through cheese and carbs." So I have some work cut out for me. I'm not going to lie-it feels a bit like hopeless mission. I've never turned down a self made challenge though, and I don't intend to start now. Damn me and my goals.
I'm super excited about Christmas this year for 2 reasons.
Reason 1: IT MIGHT SNOW. It will be my 2nd ever white Christmas. The first was when it snowed in Corpus for the first time in a thousand years and some guy had a stroke of Genius and sold the snow on ebay for $6000 or so. This time there will be more snow, and it will probably last more than 2 days.
Reason 2: I WILL BE IN NORTHERN IRELAND. My delightful friend Arlene invited me to spend Christmas with her in Bally castle, right near the Giants Causeway; which consequently is on my bucket list of places to see. There's also a night in Belfast in the works as well as possibly meeting some other northern Irish friends.
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And now for some serious stuff.
“The foolish person seeks happiness in the distance; the wise person grows it under their feet.” -James Oppenheim
I have moved every three or four months for the past 3 years. It started as a way to have a little adventure and excitement. I like a change of pace sometimes. My constant travel quickly became an expensive and ultimately useless coping mechanism. If I didn't like myself, or my life, I'd just walk away and start over. It has taken me 27 years to realize I can't run away from myself. It doesn't matter where I go. A new place doesn't make a new me. In the end I'm just the same girl in a new a country and its just a matter of time (usually about 3 months) before I fall into my same old patterns. Which I hate. I am only just realizing this, though it must be painfully obvious to everyone else. I am here for the next 2 years. The last couple of weeks have been exceptionally hard on me because I was beginning to feel the need to get away from myself. But I can't. I have commitments, I have loans! So I suppose I am either going to have to deal with this-or get exceptionally fat as my other coping mechanism is something I like to call "escapism through cheese and carbs." So I have some work cut out for me. I'm not going to lie-it feels a bit like hopeless mission. I've never turned down a self made challenge though, and I don't intend to start now. Damn me and my goals.
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