The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
Once again, I have moved -- back to the East Coast, once more. I am not sure how long I will stay. I am never quite sure of anything, anymore. It has been quite some time since I have been stably anywhere; I seem to live in a constant state of quasi-transience.
I'm not sure this is a bad thing, but I don't think it is a good one. It is, at the least, an exhausting one.
I spent my last evening in Chicago with someone who was perhaps the first friend I had in the city, and who I had not actually seen or even really spoken to in over two years. It was strange but nice, and perhaps a fitting end to my time there, like completing a circle and ending with something that was there at the beginning.
I'm not sure what I'll be doing with myself here. I don't yet have a job, but I'm looking. I want to get back to college eventually, but don't know if I ever will. Right now I mostly am just concerned with rent-paying and food-getting, and reading a lot, and trying, largely unsuccessfully, to sleep.
Oh, and getting a new laptop. Especially with hearing problems, not having a computer is really very doubleplus ungood, but I really can't afford one in the slightest. Irksome, since I can't use a phone.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
Once again, I have moved -- back to the East Coast, once more. I am not sure how long I will stay. I am never quite sure of anything, anymore. It has been quite some time since I have been stably anywhere; I seem to live in a constant state of quasi-transience.
I'm not sure this is a bad thing, but I don't think it is a good one. It is, at the least, an exhausting one.
I spent my last evening in Chicago with someone who was perhaps the first friend I had in the city, and who I had not actually seen or even really spoken to in over two years. It was strange but nice, and perhaps a fitting end to my time there, like completing a circle and ending with something that was there at the beginning.
I'm not sure what I'll be doing with myself here. I don't yet have a job, but I'm looking. I want to get back to college eventually, but don't know if I ever will. Right now I mostly am just concerned with rent-paying and food-getting, and reading a lot, and trying, largely unsuccessfully, to sleep.
Oh, and getting a new laptop. Especially with hearing problems, not having a computer is really very doubleplus ungood, but I really can't afford one in the slightest. Irksome, since I can't use a phone.
posted by Mol at 10:40 AM
6 Comments:
How odd. When I left Chicago (well Oak Park) back in 2005, I had the same song in my heart. Tolkien is one of the bards of wanderlust I suppose. Best of luck wherever the Road takes you.
good luck maya!
Welcome to the East Coast! U should definitely come up to NYC sometime! Good to see someone from parents like yours being an anarchist activist. Good luck and keep bloggin!
"With parents like yours." I bet that hurts you and your parents. Because I bet that you know they are, basically, good parents.
Spiritual girl, are there words in the Cloud of Unknowing you may find solace in?
Perhaps
hi maya,
i met your father tonight, so i was doing some google-ing (isn't it great that this is a verb?) and came across you.
i think i forgot to breathe for a moment when i came across your wiki page because we have so much in common.
queer. nonviolent. activist. strong.
i'd love to talk to you sometime, even for only a moment. my aim is xxpinkypunkyxx/ myspace- www.myspace.com/pinkypunky
good luck on the new move!
I feel you're pain...I have trouble sleeping, too. Hence, I am up so late and have to work early tomorrow.
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