A trek worth making. Waiting for my second turn at it.
Sometimes I share thoughts or a story with my dad and he immediately follows it with a story of his own, often having to hold back his words until I’m done, but the story generally has nothing to do with what I was talking about.
A seemingly homeless man at Starbucks in Scranton, PA had a conversation with me and, noticing my computer, asked about “homework.” “Homework?” I replied, “I’m too old for that.” He exclaimed, “whaaaaat? Aren’t you 15!?” Perplexed, I shook my head and we continued our conversation.
At the grocery store, my dad put some bananas in a basket and I removed them telling him he’d picked ones that would ripen too quickly. A lady next to us laughed and said, “Oh, I know how that goes! Husbands! Mine always picks out terrible bananas.”
On a run the other morning, I was overcome and started to cry, a man was driving by in what I think was a truck/tanker delivering oil, he rolled down his window and as I ran and he drove he shouted, “are you alright!?”. Annoyed and through the tears, I yelled, “Yeah!! Why??”
For three minutes I joined a dating website. I entered the following information: Female, 26, no children, doesn’t smoke, drinks socially, athletic build, college degree, and latina. That’s all - no photo - no further details. Within those three minutes I had several messages saying, “you sound really cute!” and “you sound perfect!”
Frightened, I deleted it.
I couldn’t use the last day of a 1-week gym membership because I was afraid they would corner me and ask me to purchase a full month.
Between the hours of 5 AM and 1 PM I get the bulk of my day completed. Days that I leave the house, other than to run, are a great success. Days that I leave the house wearing real, non-hiking, pants and clean hair not under a cap, is a true triumph.
I’ve been eating gluten free Chex for breakfast. I honestly can’t tell the difference.
I’m not usually into that whole “life could be worse” bit, but this is a nice reminder we could all use every now and again
“I always knew that deep down in every human heart, there is mercy and generosity. No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than the opposite.” ― Nelson Mandela
May the teachings of this great soul and leader live on in time.
Rest in peace, Madiba.
Photo courtesy of biography.com
I left NYC on November 2nd. It is sometimes hard to believe that it has already been a month since my departure and two months since my return to the states. Time is both flying and dragging on forever, if that’s possible.
Over the last nearly five weeks I have slept on couches in Pennsylvania, New York, and Massachusetts. I have run indoors and out, climbed in Brooklyn, and hiked in Pennsylvania where I also spent an un-traditional Thanksgiving. I decided on an Asian theme and made Gyoza, Spring Rolls, and Pad Thai for dinner. Thank goodness my dad and brother are so very accepting of my whims. Also, those cooking classes in Asia really paid off.
Most of my stuff is still packed in boxes which take over approximately half of my high school bedroom. There are so many things I’d like to pull out but the thought of opening them seems like such a hassle so I leave them neatly stacked in the corner. After my trip, I’ve learned to live off of staple articles of clothing: a pair of brown hiking pants, a blue long sleeved Under Armour top, two pairs of wool socks, and a red knitted hat. As you can see, style is my forte.
I head back to New York on Saturday which will be followed by a trip to Virginia, a trip back to Massachusetts, a return to Pennsylvania, and an almost two day car ride to Florida. Interestingly enough, it’ll be my first visit to Florida that is not in the form of a layover.
I’ve got five upcoming interviews for jobs in San Francisco, San Diego, and Oakland, California; Alexandria, Virginia; and Cambridge, Massachusetts. In-between, I keep writing to travel and outdoor magazines and companies hoping someone wouldn’t mind letting me go to bat for them because, quite frankly, the bench is no place for me. And, of course, I’m looking for a way to find some enjoyment out of my used to be beloved birthday on the 17th. I’m not quite ready to even write about the other big thing this month that starts with “Christ…” Too soon for celebrations I think.
Even though it may not be at the pace I want, I am making small strides forward. And honestly, this nomadic life isn’t so bad. I’m seeing more friends and family now then I had in the last year or so, eating healthier, and five days a week averaging nearly 6 miles per run.
Now, if I could only part with the few boxes in my room, I’d have claim to absolutely nothing - no bills (except my cell phone), no debt, no apartment lease, no car, no furniture - just nothing.
And I have to admit, that sounds insanely wonderful…er…just insane.
I love this!
Finally, some justification for what you’ve always known: letting out that loud groan while scaling the wall actually CAN help you make the reach!
Risk and Reward: Into the Free-Soloist’s Mind
Stoked that even though I cant be there as planned, I can still catch it online and, well, you should too