Moving Angst

I just wanted to take this because it looked nice. I really like anything overcast-y.


Precipitation party. © 2006
(damn Nokia, I just had a newfound respect for the crappy 1 megapixel)


Did a coupla housesitting and dog companionship. Latter part is kinda ironic because why would a human keep a dog company when it should be the other way around? Anyway, I enjoyed the momentary peace by playing the Yahoo Grafitti game for one freakin day. This is just crazy and hilarious. As a quirk, I didn't expect to be harassed by anyone trying to get me to join their table, have a "chat" or just plainly accuse me of being a racist even if I just logged in.

Part of the peace, too, is to try and keep myself boredly distracted to shut thoughts on my impending move. There's always the grim reality of distance, the changes involved, connections thinning out. While it's excited to look forward to a new life like a clueless person suddenly growing up (although this cliche doesn't apply to me that much anymore) tuning in to a new environment will distract me to all senses of a life I once had or enjoyed. It's not that I'm going to sulk at the change but the essence of recollecting the former life will obviously feel 'weirdly' different. I hope one day, when I see my four-hundred-miles-away from what I used to be, I won't regret anything just because I made a desparate choice.