Welcome wee follower!!! Thou art the first after many months of me blogging to the nameless and mostly absent masses...In a bit of a time crunch. But here's some snippets from an email to catch up with things:Because Summer has arrived in Atlanta and its 80 and muggy. I don't use my A/C so my windows are open constantly and I think the busy road has me breathing toxic city fumes. Been rattlin' a cough for ages now but am other wise well (and Swine-Flu Free!!). I went dancing so hard and furiously and with so many random strangers last night that I"m sure if anyone in
I was DD, but accepted a shot from
da ever friendly Mudcatt on principle.
I couldn't drink it all anyways!! eww!
Atlanta has had it, I'm already doomed.
In 6 Wonderful Days I leave for Ireland. I've got loads of people to see and I'm very serious about bringing my tent with me and getting a few burly manly cousins to accompany me on a few days into the wild Irish bushland....any thoughts on this?
There really is so much news its ridiculous, so I must try to just spit it out! Though my veneer is composed and is set to do the day to day thing with vigor and dedication, my heart is awash in the swell of tempest driven high seas for freedom+ movement...*sigh* I miss you so much, and Leto, and MBavatu, and that hostel in Rotorua, and Pai, nestled in the unutterable sanctimonious beauty of Northern Thailand. I miss so. so. so. much
more than that.And with that said, though I want to bee-line towards saving for a Utterly Indulgent Years-Long Trip Abroad, it must be said that its a cheap shot towards something with a clear ending. So lately I've become fixated with joining the UN Peacekeeping Force abroad. Beaucoup Travel. Beaucoup Benefits. Beaucoup Pay and little cause to spend it. Plus adventure, helping people, and doing what I do really well: which is working in an environment where organization, efficiency, communication, and group work is valued.
With Mum and Dad's connections I think I can land my way on a career path that might actually yield a lifetime of work and merit, travel and adventure, opportunity, and freedom. I can always write in my free time. yey! I win!
But THAT can't happen til I get my citizenship: and guess what? Not here yet! They said I'd hear from them by NOVEMBER!. So I'm in a really annoying place where I can't move address or stray to far from home in case that letter comes in the mail announcing my date for test/swearing (with usual 6 days advanced noticed, and thats it). So after Ireland I'm just buckling down to save.
(above photo) My friend gets SWANKY (word of the week) with Mudcat on Northside Tavern.
I think thats the major stuff! I am still single but it seems the woodwork has movement yet! I had a crush on a dashingly handsome boy with a love for travel that was incidentally deaf from birth...he never got back to me. And last night I went rhythm and blues dancing with a gorgeous half-Filipino boy. We had a blast but there's no telling if he's interested, or even straight judging by his agility on the dance floor...as for girls: ugh, their all disasters!!! ha!!
Yep, I guess thats why I gotta cultivate my first loves: freedom and movement! At 3:36 pm the apartment is at its hottest, but an early promise of evenings first cool breeze rustles the curtains and sonatas briefly on the soft thin skin of my under arms before sauntering away; a wake of humidity falls in line behind and I take a big (hot) breath and resolve to keep on Keep On'in. So to speak.
A Handsome Filipino, a rakish Mudcat, and two girls...wait, i don't know them....!
























