25.7.13
5.6.13
Nordhouse Dunes
Got a chance to spend some time with my dad and go backpacking at Nordhouse Dunes again. I went with Justin a few years back and have been wanting to go back since. Its a fun trail and has a wide array of terrain for such a condensed area. Definitely a fun hike and fun stay! We camped in many familiar spots and also explored some new ones. We came across a bunch of wildlife! We ran into snakes, turtles, eagles, deer, turkey, fish and a brief encounter with a raccoon. I am happy I had the opportunity to get caught up with work and go on this trip and reconnect with my dad. Friends loved ones have been passing away and also some of my friends health have been rough lately. I have not had anyone too close to me pass away yet, I have been trying to empathize with what my friends are experiencing. Although I will never know what some of those situations or circumstances are like until I go through them myself, empathizing has been helping me respect the frailty of life and time. It is helping me put aside my differences and the past to enjoy the moment that we have and enjoying the most of it. I am thankful for the time I had with my dad over the past few days.
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30.1.13
Go, Go, Go.
It’s 7am and I’m passing through the lines at Ninoy Aquino International Airport. NAIA. My flight is 8am. I’m drunk.
It’s 9 o’clock, I’m in 60F, still drunk. Last time I ate, maybe, probably, last night. My stomach is growling acidic, drunken hunger.
24 hours of travel to sit and think; about failed relationships; about uncertainty. About everything and nothing.
By the time the flight attendant comes around with the food cart, I’m feeling more of a hangover than anything else. I get eggs and sausage because it sounds like the other option she says, only barely above the sound of the air vents and wind rushing along the body of the jet—the pressure working against my eardrums—is “corn and rice”.
It’s 9 o’clock, I’m in 60F, still drunk. Last time I ate, maybe, probably, last night. My stomach is growling acidic, drunken hunger.
24 hours of travel to sit and think; about failed relationships; about uncertainty. About everything and nothing.
By the time the flight attendant comes around with the food cart, I’m feeling more of a hangover than anything else. I get eggs and sausage because it sounds like the other option she says, only barely above the sound of the air vents and wind rushing along the body of the jet—the pressure working against my eardrums—is “corn and rice”.
2.1.13
New Year
I am excited for 2013. I am excited for more adventure and the opportunity to create. I am excited to spend more time with friends and the people I am close too. I am excited to spend time doing things and hanging out with people that make my life worth living!
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