I have arrived into Albuquerque, although not with Claire and Layla.
Thursday, April 7, 2016
How Many Years Has it Been? 5?
It's been years since I posted. Last time I posted I was nearing the end of my year traveling, and for some reason, I thought that my [ad]ventures ended there. There's something a bit depressing about that- that unless you're traveling you're not adventuring. In reality, I have had many adventures since then.
I lived in Portland, OR for 4 years.
I live in Seattle, WA.
In the last 5 years I have been to Washington DC twice, Savary Island about 7 times, Montreal once, Denver once, and New Mexico twice.
Between moving and those little trips, I would count that as adventuring.
Also, I'm a doctor now.
I am immediately urged to include that I am a naturopathic doctor, I wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea; to think I am a player in the medical establishment. It doesn't matter though, because I am a player in the medical establishment, whether I like it or not.
Anyway, I was inspired by my mother's recent post under her pseudonym Flora Bass. An homage to her relatives. I love her blog, I love her description:
"Becoming an old woman is work. Chasing youth tempting but fruitless. So, how do I become someone I can die with?"
I relate to my mother. I'm 34 but I already feel I'm becoming a hag. I get the most love from my dog, and I spend almost all my free time alone/with my dog.
I need to go to work. It's a beautiful day and all I want to do is play/sleep. I guess you could say I'm a little depressed.
I lived in Portland, OR for 4 years.
I live in Seattle, WA.
In the last 5 years I have been to Washington DC twice, Savary Island about 7 times, Montreal once, Denver once, and New Mexico twice.
Between moving and those little trips, I would count that as adventuring.
Also, I'm a doctor now.
I am immediately urged to include that I am a naturopathic doctor, I wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea; to think I am a player in the medical establishment. It doesn't matter though, because I am a player in the medical establishment, whether I like it or not.
Anyway, I was inspired by my mother's recent post under her pseudonym Flora Bass. An homage to her relatives. I love her blog, I love her description:
"Becoming an old woman is work. Chasing youth tempting but fruitless. So, how do I become someone I can die with?"
I relate to my mother. I'm 34 but I already feel I'm becoming a hag. I get the most love from my dog, and I spend almost all my free time alone/with my dog.
I need to go to work. It's a beautiful day and all I want to do is play/sleep. I guess you could say I'm a little depressed.
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