Monday, November 21, 2011
Where did the weekend go? Who gave it permission to pass too damn quickly? That's most of our lives, isn't it?Life passes so quickly. We spend hours and hours working for our future, planning all the details, and then Bam! It's over. Life shouldn't be so complicated, so busy.
How did I get myself into this? How in the world will I ever pay off student loans? I could have purchased a home, but instead I have excessive debt because I wanted an education. Someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. I responded, "I want to be out of debt." Should be simple enough, but it isn't.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Oh my! It's been so many years since I've eaten one of their pies, I don't even know if I have a favorite anymore! That being said, I'd be grateful for any flavor they might have hot at the moment.
Here's the usual selection: Apple, Lemon, Peach, Pineapple, Chocolate, Coconut... and then sometimes Strawberry, Blueberry, Sweet Potato, Cherry, and Banana, depending on the growing season.
Some days it feels as though my life has become a holding cell, life being spent waiting for parole. Colorado is great if you like skiing. Hiking can be wonderful too. But really, who the hell wants to climb a mountain every weekend? Or even fly down it on a pair of skis or board and dodge trees? Can only do that so many times. And it all costs money.
I'm from New Orleans, transplanted here back in 2004. It was a good move for the time. Missed out on the flood and mold after Katrina hit and immobilized the city for months. After all this time, though, my heart is ready to move home.
On the weekend, I remember just walking out the front door, not knowing where I was headed. Maybe $15 in my pocket. Spent all day around the city, having a blast, knowing that $15 would be enough for a great day. I miss that. If you got bored, an adventure was only a 5 minute walk away. Here, in Denver, seems it requires walking back to your car, finding somewhere else to drive to, driving there, looking for parking, and hoping you hadn't changed your mind in the 1/2 hour it took to get there.
Holding cell. That's where I'm at. Waiting to finish my degree, then move back. Just waiting, and hoping there's enough beer to last me until I get there.