So here I am in sunny Boulder Colorado.
I found myself a little sad on the plane. Maybe because the last time I was here was with Adam. I often find myself a little depressed when flying. It is mostly when I am landing or taking off... I like to look out the window and I see cars and houses. I wonder about the people that live in them. As Kristy and I drove home from the airport I looked at every house. I want to know about other peoples lives. I wonder about them getting up in the morning and going to work. I think that I think it is surreal or something because to me... I am on vacation... so it is hard for me to understand that people live real lives in places where I go for pure enjoyment. I wonder about their lives.. I wonder if their lives are easier. I want to to understand peoples cultures. I am aware you can go just hours from home and peoples cultures are different.
Everytime I go somewhere I want to move there. I think this is something I learned from my father. He always wanted to move anywhere we went. I always think somehow I will be different or my life or something will change. And maybe it will... maybe being in a place I don't like plays into my poor attitude. I don't really hate Chicago as much anymore. I have begun to accept it as my life. I have tried to embrace it. I do love it, I just hate the weather :(
It does make me wonder though, visiting my two favorite places ( Boulder and Los Angeles) I wonder why someone would chose to live in the midwest... in a city... thats dirty and the best sights there are to offer is the sears tower...when there are things like this in this world. When you can wake up and look at the mountains and the ocean...
I found myself a little sad on the plane. Maybe because the last time I was here was with Adam. I often find myself a little depressed when flying. It is mostly when I am landing or taking off... I like to look out the window and I see cars and houses. I wonder about the people that live in them. As Kristy and I drove home from the airport I looked at every house. I want to know about other peoples lives. I wonder about them getting up in the morning and going to work. I think that I think it is surreal or something because to me... I am on vacation... so it is hard for me to understand that people live real lives in places where I go for pure enjoyment. I wonder about their lives.. I wonder if their lives are easier. I want to to understand peoples cultures. I am aware you can go just hours from home and peoples cultures are different.
Everytime I go somewhere I want to move there. I think this is something I learned from my father. He always wanted to move anywhere we went. I always think somehow I will be different or my life or something will change. And maybe it will... maybe being in a place I don't like plays into my poor attitude. I don't really hate Chicago as much anymore. I have begun to accept it as my life. I have tried to embrace it. I do love it, I just hate the weather :(
It does make me wonder though, visiting my two favorite places ( Boulder and Los Angeles) I wonder why someone would chose to live in the midwest... in a city... thats dirty and the best sights there are to offer is the sears tower...when there are things like this in this world. When you can wake up and look at the mountains and the ocean...
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