Okay, truth time. I like my job. I complain about it a lot, but then I complain about a lot a lot. Sometimes I think there should be two of me*, because half the time, I’m competitive enough to love the corporate environment and get excited about the idea of meetings and business trips and such. The other half of the time, I want to take my shoes off and go run in some big field full of grass, or sit somewhere and play my guitar, or drive to Tennessee and find some old folk singer with stories to tell.
I miss Mexico. I miss the people and the food and the mountains and the rainforests and the shops and the kids and even the weather. I’ve always had an itch to travel, and occasionally just feel the need to take off and go see something, but ever since I’ve gotten back from Mexico, it won’t go away. My family thinks I’m crazy, I’m sure, because whenever a place other than Greenwood comes up in conversation (Capri, Mississippi, Wareshoals, etc.), all I have to say is “let’s go! right now!,” but I can’t help it. I’m excited about going to England in September. It’s a good feeling, sometimes, but mostly it’s just irritating. I want very much to be happy with the time I’m spending at home; I guess I just get restless.
Mandy and Brian are getting married really, really soon. I’m happy for them, and happy about the plans, and I’m enjoying all the little pre-wedding getting-ready things. It’s going to be sad, not having Mandy around the house, though. I don’t know what I’m going to do.
It’s weird when things start changing. You know?
(You can find the comprehensive Mexico photo album here. I’m removing the photos below, so’s they don’t shut me down for exceeding storage space, blah blah blah…)
I’ve been listening to the new Feist cd, and the new Andrew Bird cd too, and they’re both really really good. I also think the new Wilco cd is good, though I’ve heard arguments to the contrary. Basically, Greenwood has a new cd store, and I should no longer be allowed out of the house.
* In this situation, commenting with a twin joke would be neither appropriate nor funny. Just so you know.