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.. =)
Something strange has been happening to me over the past year or so. I haven't written much about it because I'm almost in denial that it's happening.
I'm caring far less about money.
This is scary to admit. A lot of my identity, at least internally, is based around the desire and eventuality that I will become rich. Losing my motivation to be rich is like losing a part of myself. I feel like I'm right on the edge, as if I could just say, "forget it..." and never look back.
Huh? Instead of young boy in the mirrorA young version of me, so I started to tear upHe said "you need to cheer up, your mind need to clear upYou're already here, just be yourself from here up"Then he disappeared and I felt something familiarSomething I was taught, something I had lostIf you are afraid, the fear that you gon' change someAll you gotta do is just remember where you came from
- Lupe Fiasco (Till I Get There)