I'm becoming a morning person. It's awfully strange to want to get out of bed at 7 AM, I know. But it feels so nice just hanging out while the rest of the apartment sleeps, so quiet and it makes everything feel so full of potential as I sit there thinking about all the things I could do with today. Seems rather odd coming from an old tested-and-tried "in bed by 2 AM...maybe" convert, but it's true. Blame 6 months of 4:30 AM shifts if you must. I do.
Matt's going away party. was earlier tonight in PB. Sad! Fun to see the bunch of folks that were there, fun to eat thai panang veggies, and a bummer to say goodbye to Mr. Lucas. Not that I would mind going to Costa Rica for three months. Man, life's rough for that guy, eh.
My first Padres game was last night. Imagine me living here for five and a half years and never going to one. Whoa. Me, the former baseball freak. I couldn't get enough of the stuff. Until, in 1994, I replaced it with my new drug of choice, hockey. I guess that's life, you move on to bigger and meaner (and colder) sports. Or something. But anyway, the company was good, the hot dogs were big, and the Padres actually beat the Rockies. Can't beat that with a bat.
I'm happy. I mean, like truly happy for the first time in what seems like years. I have a job I love, a phenomenal group of friends, a great new church, a couple of cute boys to hang out with, and I'm playing music. Man, I'm starting to have serious thoughts about my imminent move to Portland in the fall. I still really want to go, because it's something new and different and I love my family up there, not to mention the book I want to work on up there, but MAN. Look at what the last 2-3 months have brought me. I have met some amazing people recently and I love my life here in San Diego right now! Hey, it only took 5 years. It's like some sense of joy, strength and inner calm that's been eluding me for years has settled me down into this. It would be pretty hard not to be happy with all the great people I'm surrounded by right now. So do I stick with the plan, uproot myself come fall and work on carving out a new spot when I get to Portland? Or do I stay here for a little longer and revel in my newfound sense of community? Hmmm...therein lies the conundrum. What would you do? WWJD? Hah.
Just found out today I'm next in line for shift supervisor at work. Neat.
Cool band of the week: ...And You Will Know Us By the Trail of the Dead. I mean, how could you not love a band with that name? Shoot!
Five Reflections on my semi-recent trip home (since i haven't updated this thing in awhile):
1. Nostalgia is best experienced in small, sweet doses.
2. I can make it from San Diego to Magic Mountain on less than half a tank of gas.
3. If you haven't seen people in almost three years, it almost doesn't matter what your relationship to them was when you left. You will almost surely be greeted with a joyful, surprised hello and a huge hug. Sweet.
4. Some old loves die hard. And sometimes, not at all. They just get the edges rounded off until they have a time-worn, more-sweet-than-bitter quality that makes you smile and ache at the same time.
5. Some people, for better or worse, never change! Hence the "small, sweet doses" thing, hehe.
What's in my CD player this week? (like you care) Pinback- "Blue Screen Life", Portishead- "Portishead", Finch- "What It Is To Burn", Ryan Adams- "Gold", Incubus- "Morning View", Fleetwood Mac- "Rumours"
Quote of the Week : "The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the Devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man." -Fyodor Dostoevsky
p.s. the pictures section will be updated soon, i promise. i just realized it's been like 2 years. that's pretty bad. ok bye.
© June 26, 2003 by me.