So I was handed an offer that I couldn't refuse last night. I answered a craigslist ad for a guy who needs his car driven from Boston, to Missoula, MT. Turns out, this guy is going to pay me to drive his car across the country! Seriously. So, while I hate to leave Boston and everything I have experienced for the 6 weeks I have been here....now is the time to make the move back home. I wasn't planning on leaving Boston until the mid to late part of August, but this opportunity is just too good to pass up. It would have cost me 300 bucks to take a train back, or 200 for a plane ticket. This way, I actually get to move home the way I WANT to do it, AND I get paid for it. Can't argue with that right? This guy's name is Scott Edgerton, and apparently he does this is a side job. Buys cars from around the country and re-sells them to make a profit. I'm just lucky enough to have the chance to drive across country like I've always wanted! I'll be touring Lambeau Field in Green Bay, Wisconsin, going to the NFL HOF, MLB HOF, NBA HOF, and the Rock and Roll HOF during my road trip home. I also plan on seeing Mt. Rushmore and a few other sites along the way. I am making this drive in 5 days, ending in Missoula, Montana. This should be one of the most amazing experiences of my life!
Now that my 2 month vacation is coming to a close, its time to get back to the real world. Find a job, build a new life in Grays Harbor. I've learned a lot about myself recently. And I know whats important to me now. Something I've been trying to find for years, but was literally right in front of my face. Yet, I seemed to be running from it at the same time. No more running though, no more dodging my issues, trying to avoid the past, or become a different person. I am ME, I'm just not afraid of that anymore.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Why I don't wanna grow up...
So I've figured out why I seem to stress through life so much. I miss the days where I could just get up and go play basketball on the court next door. Go do random shit with my little best friend Andy. Play with the Hedgepeths from down the street, or play baseball in the street with the Hatch's from across the street. Or the Courts' house. Or making fun of Damion Marlow's grandparents who lived 10 feet away. Or check out Danielle Bryant's sexy girl next door look and wonder if I'll ever be cool enough to date her. Or go make fun of Joyce Joyce because her name is Joyce Joyce. Or put pee in squirt guns and ride around on my Huffy and squirt the stupid punkass neighbor kids. Or get stuck sleeping in the garage because I snuck out on New Years Eve. Or go to Jonathon Boyer's house to play video games all day with the most spoiled child ever. Quite simply, I don't want to grow up.
It seems that the older we all get, the more we take for granted. We trade in our friends, the people we grew up with, and the kids we experience childhood with....for wives and kids of our own. Once we have kids and get married, it seems like all the things we loved growing up just goes in the back of our brain as memories. I miss the days where I could just kick it with the boys and play basketball all day at the Park. Or the times we just got up and took random road trips or went camping or got drunk at the Ropeswing.
Honestly, if I could live those days for my entire life, I'd do it in a heartbeat. No more bills, responsibilities, jobs, stress, wives, ex-wives, babies, child support, alimony, old friendships dying because one became a completely different person, or any other bullshit. I miss having a best friend that I could pal around with all day with no worries, washing trucks so we could buy baseball cards.
I just miss the carefree world of childhood and it doesn't last forever. The "Book of Growing Up" seems to require us to move on from our childhood and move into the stressful world of adulthood. All I know is, I'd trade that book in ANY day, to have the relationships of adolescence back again. No questions asked.
It seems that the older we all get, the more we take for granted. We trade in our friends, the people we grew up with, and the kids we experience childhood with....for wives and kids of our own. Once we have kids and get married, it seems like all the things we loved growing up just goes in the back of our brain as memories. I miss the days where I could just kick it with the boys and play basketball all day at the Park. Or the times we just got up and took random road trips or went camping or got drunk at the Ropeswing.
Honestly, if I could live those days for my entire life, I'd do it in a heartbeat. No more bills, responsibilities, jobs, stress, wives, ex-wives, babies, child support, alimony, old friendships dying because one became a completely different person, or any other bullshit. I miss having a best friend that I could pal around with all day with no worries, washing trucks so we could buy baseball cards.
I just miss the carefree world of childhood and it doesn't last forever. The "Book of Growing Up" seems to require us to move on from our childhood and move into the stressful world of adulthood. All I know is, I'd trade that book in ANY day, to have the relationships of adolescence back again. No questions asked.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
My first 2 weeks in Boston
Hey there people, sorry I haven't written in a while. So, I have officially lived in Boston for 2 full weeks and I must say, life is going pretty damn well here. My roommates are kind of boring and don't seem at all interested in talking to me, theres a lot of wierdos on the subway, and I feel a bit lonely trying to develop friends out of all the people I have met.....but its still been a great experience so far!
I went to the Sox game this past Wednesday and i must say, there is nothing I'd rather do in the world. The atmosphere is electric, people cheer like hell for the Sox and boo the hell out of the opponents....just like they should. So much different then sitting in Safeco watching all the fair weather fans boo their own players. Rooting for your team is more than just rooting for your team, its rooting for what you believe in, for the city you love. Just like friendship, your not always going to agree with what your friends are doing, but you should ALWAYS support them and never "boo" them because they underperform or do something stupid that you don't agree with. Americans in general could learn a lot about loyalty from Boston Red Sox fans. And not just how to root for your team when its winning.
I've also seen a lot of cool things, and I LOVE sitting down by Boston Harbor on Long Wharf, just dangling my feet over the edge and watching all the boats and planes and people and such. A perfectly soft little breeze rolls around, the water is calm and clean, and the 360 view is awesome. Boston has so many beautiful places, but this is my favorite. Parks all over the city, water falls, water shooters, fountains....everywhere. Pretty stuff I must say.
I joined the APA pool league over here for the summer, just as I did in Portland for the spring. I was nervous about getting stuck with a bunch of dbags or boring ass old people, but i totally scored with the people on our team. 5 guys who seem a lot like me who love to laugh and have a kickass time. There competitive as hell too, which is good for me. I won my first match, as did our team. Looks like Boston has to watch out for "Dirty Harry's!"
I got a job at Cambridge Brewing Company, cool place. Brew ALL their own beer in house and don't serve liquor of any kind. Busy place too, I should make killer money there for sure. Plus, there not corporate, and disagree with the whole corporate set up. THey don't care about tattoos, piercings, the clothes you wear, or what you look like. Its a nice change from what I'm used to having. Great people there too, hopefully I'll find some people to hang out with outta that crowd.
I'm having the time of my life over here I must say. This place is amazing, confusing, fun, and downright different from anything I've ever been accustomed to. Which, obviously, is the reason I'm here. That and to find out what I want in life. Chances are, I'll be heading back to the west side after summer is over, but I have 3 months here to accomplish what I want to accomplish and to find out what my path in life truly is. I'd be crazy to think that this is where I'll spend the rest of my life, but its something I have to do and something I WANT to do. I miss the hell out of my little best friend Deuce. A day doesn't go by that I don't miss his little kissies, his playfulness, and his loyalty to me. One thing I've learned so far here in Boston, is that loyalty means a lot to me. More then most people. Loyalty and honesty. Two words I will live by for the rest of my days.
I went to the Sox game this past Wednesday and i must say, there is nothing I'd rather do in the world. The atmosphere is electric, people cheer like hell for the Sox and boo the hell out of the opponents....just like they should. So much different then sitting in Safeco watching all the fair weather fans boo their own players. Rooting for your team is more than just rooting for your team, its rooting for what you believe in, for the city you love. Just like friendship, your not always going to agree with what your friends are doing, but you should ALWAYS support them and never "boo" them because they underperform or do something stupid that you don't agree with. Americans in general could learn a lot about loyalty from Boston Red Sox fans. And not just how to root for your team when its winning.
I've also seen a lot of cool things, and I LOVE sitting down by Boston Harbor on Long Wharf, just dangling my feet over the edge and watching all the boats and planes and people and such. A perfectly soft little breeze rolls around, the water is calm and clean, and the 360 view is awesome. Boston has so many beautiful places, but this is my favorite. Parks all over the city, water falls, water shooters, fountains....everywhere. Pretty stuff I must say.
I joined the APA pool league over here for the summer, just as I did in Portland for the spring. I was nervous about getting stuck with a bunch of dbags or boring ass old people, but i totally scored with the people on our team. 5 guys who seem a lot like me who love to laugh and have a kickass time. There competitive as hell too, which is good for me. I won my first match, as did our team. Looks like Boston has to watch out for "Dirty Harry's!"
I got a job at Cambridge Brewing Company, cool place. Brew ALL their own beer in house and don't serve liquor of any kind. Busy place too, I should make killer money there for sure. Plus, there not corporate, and disagree with the whole corporate set up. THey don't care about tattoos, piercings, the clothes you wear, or what you look like. Its a nice change from what I'm used to having. Great people there too, hopefully I'll find some people to hang out with outta that crowd.
I'm having the time of my life over here I must say. This place is amazing, confusing, fun, and downright different from anything I've ever been accustomed to. Which, obviously, is the reason I'm here. That and to find out what I want in life. Chances are, I'll be heading back to the west side after summer is over, but I have 3 months here to accomplish what I want to accomplish and to find out what my path in life truly is. I'd be crazy to think that this is where I'll spend the rest of my life, but its something I have to do and something I WANT to do. I miss the hell out of my little best friend Deuce. A day doesn't go by that I don't miss his little kissies, his playfulness, and his loyalty to me. One thing I've learned so far here in Boston, is that loyalty means a lot to me. More then most people. Loyalty and honesty. Two words I will live by for the rest of my days.
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