To a new place!
On the other side of 35!
....
Okay, so this isn't the big move I was planning - but my impulses got the best of me in wanting to just up and go...and I also didn't have any money to support me.
So there goes that plan - for now. Maybe I just need a vacation, eh?
At least moving in with friends saves me TONS of money and will get me out of my comfort zone. Besides, I was getting that sense that it was time to change the atmosphere again. But as it is, I've been stuck inside packing for the past two and a half days. And with all this silence, I'm starting to scare myself. I do that, thanks to my over-active imagination, and also the fact that everything clumped together in the darkness has the potential to be hiding some unknown intruder just waiting til I close my eyes to sleep and...AHHHHHH!
The tips of my fingers hurt from playing my Mandolin-dolin and I'm also starting to look into going to Connect-i-cut for my friend's wedding in May. One of three I shall be attending. ::inhales:: Ah, Let the spring love bloom.
Everyone altogether now: Awwwwwwww.
Anyways, I write to tell you of my new interest.
His name is Keats.
John Keats.
(The soft, golden locks of hair and gentlemanly, day-dreamy eyes did it for me)
Retreating to my favorite sanctuary, I browsed along the aisles and for some reason I picked up a collection of letters he wrote to his dear beloved Fanny before he died. They had planned to get married, but his sickness took him away at the young age of 23 causing Fanny to go into deep mourning not deciding to settle down/marry until she was 33 (only having been 18 when she met Keats).
It wasn't so much the letters that were moving (although the feeling starts to get pretty tense as Keats' sickness become a primary topic in the letters), but the poems inspired and written for Fanny are what did it. It...was moving. And voila! I now have a new literary interest in my bones.
I guess I'm excited because it reminded me of why I settled on being an English major.
Thank you, Mr. Keats.
Now my next quest...looking up how to prepare Enchiladas.
P.S. San Fran's not exciting?!
I have a friend visiting the town right now and he complains that he's bored out of his mind there.
How can this be?
It ranked higher than Austin for cities I should visit.
So disappointing. But then again, I wasn't impressed with Cali when I went to Hollywood. And now that Conan's off the air...I really have no reason to ever set foot in the state again.
Oh well.
P.S.S. Listen to Florence and the Machine. That girl can sing.
P.S.S.S. I'm going through a Michelle Branch Rewind?!
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