music: Grateful Dead- 4/11/78
Been back in Boston for some time now, but I haven’t. My head has still been drifting in and out of the summertime revelry of the open road. I’ve not yet washed myself of that travellin’ dirt and grime. I’ve not yet settled into anything comfortable here in Boston; I’m still sleeping on couches and (if possible) out on the back porch in my sleeping bag. I’m still living out of milk crates. I’m still quite mobile, even though I’ve been fairly stationary for the past couple of days. I’m still not really answerable to the world-at-large; I still am doing pretty much exactly as I please. But that’s quickly coming to a grinding halt and I’m being forced to become a real person again. It was inevitable, I know, but it still is rough. This summer was just that good-so good that I’m not yet fully willing to trade the vagabond’s lifestyle for something closer to a normal stable life.
Today was the first day of orientation for new teachers. We didn’t really have to do anything but show up and listen, and still it was rough. I came home with a migraine the likes of which I haven’t experienced for some time, probably last May, and I can’t help but think it is tied to going back to work. And things aren’t even that stressful yet. I’m still moving at a West Coast pace, proceeding through my days here with a detached calm, hoping to hold onto that for as long as possible. There was so much that was appealing out there as far as lifestyle…makes me wonder why I’m still out here. But there are reasons. There are friends. There is work. And as my friend M. reminded me the other day, people out here seem to be more driven, more motivated to do something with themselves. Which is good and bad, I guess, but I can appreciate the tenacity in pursuit. It’s a fast-moving train, and I’m about to jump on. This week is about taking that running start.
I finally get to move into my room tomorrow. While I don’t mind living out of a bag when I’m travelling, the couchsurfing thing has reached its limit here. Setting up my own space will go a long way towards allowing me to deal with the rest of it all out here. I’m looking forward to doing some unpacking and reorganizing, putting everything back in its place, setting up a homebase of operations. The structure my room will provide will prove invaluable in the next couple of weeks; there is some turbulence on the way.
Posted by davidtaus at August 25, 2004 11:07 PMsharing the vagabond lifestyle here on the other side. well, job already started but the couchsurfing may have just started. sent out a few emails to craigslist apartment prospects, maybe i need to start portraying myself as all cool and stuff in those emails. i dunno. the right thing will come along.
speaking of people not so driven here, i’m staying with my guy steve out here and his car had been at the shop for 4.5 weeks to get just a bit of work done turned out he had to do all the management of getting it sent from one dept to the other and talking to individual workers. the people at the delership were all ‘flakey’
i recited as much of Frank Zappa’s “Flakes” as I could to him and I think that hit the spot.
Posted by: 1e at August 26, 2004 03:30 AMbah bahh baaaaaah beh beuuuh.
i don’t get it.
-m.b.