I just got into LAX last night. It's amazing how so much time can pass, but I still remember the nuances of the city. Take La Cienega down past the big plaster donut, over the traintracks, and into Hollywood.
I drove past the old Project Hollywood house. It looks just as it ever did, except now there's a family's SUV in the driveway. I wonder if they know who used to live there.
Within minutes I'm transported back three years. I feel as though nothing's changed. I'm home. Driving down sunset takes me past all of the familiar landmarks - places I used to eat at and visit every day. I make it to Style's house without a GPS.
I have a whole circle of friends here. I don't talk with them often when I'm not here, but once I get here it's like nothing's changed. To a lesser extent it's like that in Boston as well. I abandon my Texas friends once in a while to go on these long trips, but they're still there when I get back. Now that I've spent two months in Panama, it will always be familiar to me in the same way.
Todd's here right now. It's always strange to me when my different worlds cross. I like it.
With my projects I have a habit, that I'm currently winning battling with, of starting multiple projects and never fully investing myself in one of them.
Maybe I'm like that with my life, too.
There's a famous experiment where they found that the optimal amount of Jellies to sell at once is eight. Any more and the choices paralyze people - they can't make the decision.
I wonder if that will happen to me. As I visit new places and fall in love with them I want to live in them all. Todd and I drove around Santa Monica today and marveled and what a nice place it is to live. Great restaurants, the beach, and a Whole Foods that sells quart sized smoothies (which we each got, of course).
Creating this year's itinerary was easy for Life Nomadic. Next year will be tougher because we'll have too many good choices.
Yeah, it did go fast. Not much of a culture shock, really. It's a different culture, but both are manageable and now familiar.
Todd is SUPPOSED to write on LifeNomadic and he has a personal site (not blog) at www.ticeton.com
So your done with Panama. That went fast...
Does it seem like a bit of a culture shock being back in the states, and in a place like LA, compared to being out in Panama?
also, has Todd got a blog?
That's awesome. I've never actually been to LA, closest was SF. I need to travel more.
I'm going to Israel (again) this summer, and possibly France.
However, I can't wait until my path crosses once again with Life Nomadic.. =)
My grandfather grew up in a small apartment in Lawrence, Massachusetts with fourteen older brothers and sisters. His mother stayed at home to watch after the family, and his father worked in a dry goods store.
His parents came from Italy to Ellis Island with no money. He grew up poor.
When he was ten or so he began to work at the dry goods store as well. His job was mainly to run into the rat infested basement and get tins of spaghetti to bring upstairs. He was allowed to keep a portion of the money, but most of it went to his parents.
Sleepwalkers are everywhere. They're all around us. You might even be one of them!
Sleepwalkers are those people who are just sleepwalking through life, on autopilot, being reactive instead of proactive. Some people call them zombies.
They're victims of their life, at the mercy of its ebbs and flows. They don't take control, they just exist. They sit in front of TVs and waste their life away. They get caught up in drama in their life, or they create drama, just so they can feel alive.
As I sit here in this shopping centre, writing this article, I see them walking past. You can do it too, if you sat down somewhere and took the time.
How many of them do you think are drifting through their life and not even aware of their own potential? How many of them don't even realise there's more to this life than what they're experiencing right now?