Saturday, July 31, 2010

Where are you from?

Shouldn't everyone actually answer with, "Heaven."
I honestly am not 'from' anywhere. I've lived in a few different states at different points in my life. But I wouldn't claim any of them as 'home' or where I'm from.
When people ask where I'm from, I want to ask in return, "At which point of my life are you asking about? Or are you asking 'where do I store the majority of my belongings'? I'm not sure what you are really trying to find out."
I am not like any of the places in which I have lived. I'm a mixture of them all. When people say they know I'm not from 'round here cuz you have an accent' then it makes me want to laugh. I don't have an accent, I just don't talk like the locals. I'm a nice, mixed breed of places, people, and accents.
And of course, once you tell them someplace, they start asking the typical follow-up questions. "What brings you here? How come you're here? Which place do you like better? Blah Blah Blah" And I really have no good answers for those. I'm here because this is where I chose to be at this time. I haven't really lived there that long so I'm not sure I can say I like one over the other. Eh...
I think I'll just start answering with "Heaven."
What better place is there to be from, anyway??

Thursday, July 22, 2010


I saw a sign for a church recently that said "Is what you're living for worth dying for?" (It later was changed to say "Is what you're living for worth Christ dying for?" but I liked the first version.) And weirdly enough, the sign got me to thinking.
What am I living for?
It seems that everytime I listen to a few certain songs on a soundtrack, I tend to get pumped for life. They are so passionate about their life and their choices. But it gets me wondering what I'm doing with my life. What am I passionate about? What am I doing to make things happen? What am I living my life for?
I really don't know how to answer any of those questions. At all.
Sad, I suppose, that I have no passions about anything. Or at least not anything I can think of.
There's something about those songs and the passion in which they are sung that makes me want to feel that strongly about something. I just don't.
I want to have a burning passion for something. I want to find something to live for.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Driving is not a distraction

I drive.
I drive a lot.
I'm sick of driving alone.
When I drive, I think. I think about a lot of things. I think about nothing. I think about everything.
But I want to go on another drive. To New York City.
It's only just over 10 hours from where I currently am living. But I do NOT want to do that drive alone. Being alone in the car at any point in the next month or so might be a bad idea. Too much on my mind.
So I need a good distraction. I need a traveling partner. Not an international, adventurous one. Just one for the domestic travels and driving to places that are closer that I want to explore. If that traveling partner ends up being one for international travel as well, then all the better. But I won't hold my breath.
Regardless, I need to have distractions while I drive. I don't want to do the lone driving anymore. (Although I'm sure I probably will....for many more years....)