I’ve Got to Get Away…
I want a different life. Not completely different, but something a little more substantial than I currently have. I work crappy part time jobs to get the money to pay bills, put gas in my car and feed myself. I am filled with ideas and thoughts about things I’d like to do, places I’d like to see and so on. Thus far I haven’t seen any of them.
I’ve given a lot of thought to the idea of working in agriculture. Farmer. Rancher. Whatever. I want to live off the land more so than I do now. I want to put some distance between myself and other people. I want to watch sunsets, sunrises and I want to see that storm coming from miles away. I want my heart to be filled with the glory of God and the wilderness. I want nature to overtake me. I want to fulfill that Tolstoy ideal- that living off the land and working with the land brings us closer to god.
I’d love to travel. To wake up in a new place every other day. I want to chronicle my travels with pen and lens. I want others to see the things I’ve seen, feel what I’ve felt and succumb to the inevitable call of the road that pulls us forever towards the horizon. I want to forget fluorescent lights. I want to forget traffic jams. I want to meet people that still have souls. It’s time that I break the chains that hold me affixed in this misery. My wanderlust consumes me again.
Decisions Decisions
This week is my “down to the wire” week. I am in urgent need of finding a place to live in the city. I am also in urgent need of a job that doesn’t totally suck and pays well enough for me to support myself. Neither of those things sound like they would be that complicated. Unfortunately this is Richmond, Va: Land of the Impossible.
The wanted ads are all for low paying retail jobs or highly specialized top level administrative positions. The apartments are either over priced or undersized. I’m not a picky person. It doesn’t take a lot to make me happy, but this setup is failing. It’s time something manifested itself before me. I have an appointment to check out an apartment this afternoon. I’m hoping that goes well. The Realtor is showing it to multiple people at once. I’m hoping there won’t be a lot of competition. Maybe I can fill out an application for it first. If I don’t get it I will be rather distraught. There is more than just my potential homelessness on the line here. If you’ve read any of my previous posts then you know I am waiting to get situated in an apt. before getting this awesome girl from Salt Lake City to come out and hang with me for a few days. This apartment in my holy grail.
On a side note, there is potentially a position for me at a new gourmet spice shop in Carytown. I am going to try and swing by there today to drop off a resume and possibly threaten the hiring manager with physical violence. I’m sure they’d understand. Hell, at least I’m qualified to work there.
