Wednesday, January 14, 2015

West Coast Blues

My time here grows shorter each passing day. I'm not sure whether or not I will stay. The grandiose mountains, the the flickering urbanscape. The Lonesome Crowded West as Modest Mouse called it.

Over the past few months my life has been evolving at a much faster pace than I ever expected it to. It's a busy but enjoyable adventure. In most parts.

I was building a sense of place here. I started hearing the comfort in people's voices as they talked about this area. It was very persuading. Adopting a new home is never an easy ordeal, but the flags associated with each imaginary line have a fairly discernible impact upon a choice. A choice on whether to leave or stay.

And I don't resonate here.

There are certain things that have always stuck on me, things that I now no longer bring up with hesitation to people. I have grown comfortable in the region's deficits, even beginning to possible claim them as my own. The rain. The cold. The winter. The pretentiousness. The perfection. The false marketing; and the actual reality.

Lackluster? Disappointed?

No. I don't think this place has had a negative effect on me. It has had a constructive gleaning one. How much I have learned from this place is beyond a fathomable amount. I built the second story living room of my house of life in this place. But as your back and mine will tell you; you can't crash on a couch forever. Eventually you need a mattress.






















Some pictures of my Christmas trip to Ohio:



1 comment:

  1. Nice photos.

    I think any experience, whether good or bad is never totally negative or positive. You may not feel that "Wow"-ness from your time in the West; totally fine. There are some crunchy nuggets to chew on that you learned there, and some sweet aspects you'll miss. There will also be things you're glad you won't have to deal with anymore. The most important thing is that you learned. :)

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