I just remembered the dream I had last night. I don't often share dreams because really they're usually not very interesting to anyone else but the dreamer. So skip the next paragraph if you must, you have been warned!
So first off, I'm at this job fair type thing. And it is mostly empty except for a big booth for WKRP! So I go up to their booth and tell them all about my radio experience, like my internship at a big-city station. They had even heard of my thousand-watt college radio station! This is amazing because usually no one has even ever heard of my college. Only the people working the booth weren't Johnny Fever, or Les or Herb or Andy or even Mr. Carlson. (Can you tell I was a big fan of that show?) They were just boring corporate types. I told them all the reasons I decided not to pursue a career in broadcasting, and they were strangely very understanding. And then I was back at my old house in hopewell, nj packing and re-packing up the contents of the entire house. This was the house I lived in before I went back to college, some 8 or 9 years ago. There was much more to it, but as I type this I realize most of it has been forgotten already. Its obvious the strain of moving and finding a job still pressing on my mind. Hey, I don’t think I would want to work for WKRP anyway, they already had one Bailey.
In other dreams, my daydreams that is, I spent a few minutes considering being a bicycle mechanic due to the cool people that tried to help me buy a bike the other day. I still can't decide if biking in London is really a good idea or not. But I am really not a fan of the tube or any public transportation, so I should just breathe the diesel fumes, dodge the double decker buses and get on with it.
I've also been playing with the photos on the London street map site. Look, an aerial view of my neighborhood.
Also discovered another kind of map in which I lost hours discovering my neighborhood through writers. I only wish I could meet some of these people, maybe I will someday, who knows?
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Today has been a good day. The first good day I've had since moving to London.
My brain arrived today! I feel more like myself now that we have been reunited. It had been sitting in a self-storage facility in Pacifica for months before it was sent to London on a ship that took its time chugging though the Pacific and Atlantic, along with some other personal items. Having seen the condition of the boxes when they were unloaded from the truck, I am forever grateful to the inventor of bubble wrap, because without it my brain and my other precious things would surely have been crushed.
My brain is really just this little piece of coral that I found somewhere, I can't even remember where anymore or even how long I've had it. It just somehow ended up on my desk next to my computer, and I got to calling it my brain because it sort of looks like a brain. I'm not the type of person who has lots of clutter or junk or gobs of paraphernalia scattered all over their work area, but I became attached to the brain. Maybe because its kind of ugly and not really worthy of sitting on a desk, like say, a shiny red stapler or a cute beanie baby or whatever. But now that I have it along with all the other things that sort of make up who I am, like photographs and coffee mugs, it makes me remember who I am, or at least who I was.
I made myself a cup of coffee this morning, something I haven’t gotten around to doing since I got here. Because I am sort of a coffee snob, and I haven't gotten around to buying a coffee grinder yet. But I finally broke down and bought some coffee at Starbucks. I had it ground for French press, even though I have one of those cone-thingies, because back in Amsterdam whenever I got anything ground finer it would always end up in my cup. (French press takes the coarsest setting). So while I was searching through the cup boards for something to boil water in, I found a french press. Seems the people we rent from have good taste. (Well, they do as long as I try to forget about the zebra-print rug in the living room. Which isn’t that easy to do, seeing as it takes up the entire floor, but anyway.) The coffee was great. French roast in a French press, nice and dark and lovely! And coffee really is my drug. I don't think I can live without it. I sometimes forget this.
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I won the lottery to run in the NYC marathon. But I am putting off doing it. I just can't do it with all the new things in my life created by yet another move. I know if I had stayed in SF I would have probably been able to do it. But I guess its ok to put it off a year. It has just made me realize something important. I don’t want to be constantly moving around. I want to be in a place long enough to really get to know it, to really make some good friends. It would be nice to loose these extra 10 pounds I've been carrying around as well. I started to loose weight consistently every year that I was living in SF. Now I have to start all over again. I am tired of starting over. I am tired of buying the same appliances and furniture and whatever else I need over and over and over again. That is not what I want to do with my time, setting up house.
I want to feel a part of a place. You can't get to know a place in 6 months, or a year. It takes years. To know the people and the streets and the tides and which way the wind blows. I want to start getting somewhere besides places. I want to work, exchange ideas with people, I want to learn.
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