The Story:
There are two more weeks of camp and then I am leaving. I am not sure where I am going since I don't really live anywhere. My home for now is in Berkeley at Alef and Dr. Animal's house, and I was originally planning on going there just long enough to do laundry and get a hair cut and find my real clothes in my storage space and leave. I really wanted to spend the High Holidays of Rosh HaShanah and Yom Kippur in Israel, and I really wanted to get my year started.
Now I am realizing that since I need to be back in the States in October for my housemates' wedding, perhaps I should just stay here and chill the fuck out and get organized and go to the dentist and visit my almost-one-year-old nephew Peanut in Iowa and then go to New Hampshire and then go to Tel Aviv. I had no plan to begin with, and now I am considering deviating from it which is even more maddening than not having a plan in the first place.
The Lesson:
This year is either going to be a complete disaster and I am going to end up homeless and drug addicted on the streets of some country in the developing world, or it is going to be the absolutely best and most liberating thing I have ever done for myself. I just wish I knew which it's going to be so I can prepare...oh, wait. Not knowing is what this year is all about. Right.
skip the wedding. go as planned.
there will always be a reason to stay a bit longer. some of them will even be good reasons. just send a gift to your housemate and she/he'll understand.
go now or you never will. you have the momentum. use it.
Posted by: xz | August 05, 2007 at 10:01 PM