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What I did on my Summer Vacation
May. 18th, 2015 08:33 pmHey, it's me. I haven't fallen off of a cliff. I have, however, just finished a week and a half of vacation that felt like a million years of good.
First, I went to Latvia. Why? Why not. The travel was as fun as the trip. I totally get off on FB'ing about my stupid adventures in aeroports. It all started when the door fell off my second airplane (ok, not fully, but enough that I needed to take a different plane to a different country than originally planned.) The trip itself was amazing. I find it incredibly... what's the word. Not grounding. Not rejuvenating. I feel like I'm the closest to my authentic self when I'm travelling. My friend and I had an amazing time, met some amazing people, drank some amazing beer, and some amazing gin, and some amazing jagermeister, and... well.. it was awesome.
If this were the old days I'd type pages (er, screens?) of blather about this trip and the authentisim of it. (authenticism? no. Authenticity? Whaddever.) But a) this isn't the old days, b) it may be either incriminating, blathersome or boring, and c) I just donwanna. Maybe someday. Maybe the authentic moment has too far past to be documented now.
But I digress.
I then came home and graduated from university. Yes, I am now Anigo, BBA. It was the BEST day ever. Like a birthday but 100x better. Friends I didn't even realized I had came out of the woodwork to tell me they admired me or they were proud of me. Ego boost x 1000.
If we're friends on the book of face you've seen some pictures from both events. If not, and you want to see pics, either friend me on the book of face or let me know and I'll post a few here.
Out on the motorcycles for the first time this year on Saturday. One of these days I'm going to stop being afraid of them and actually let myself enjoy them. I really do enjoy it, I just have "damn you're going to drop it and make a fool of yourself" stuck in my head. Silly really. I love going down the highway at what feels like the speed of sound. I am not afraid of running into a tree doing 140 through a back road (to be clear, I don't do 140 through a back road often) but I am terrified, literally, of taking a turn after a stop sign too slowly or too widely (wide? widelelyey?) and dropping the bike or side swiping a car. (I've never side swiped a car. Never come close. I have, however, taken a corner too slowly and dropped the bike. I might have been going all of 3km/hr at the time. Nothing bruised or damaged but my ego and my confidence, which I just can't get back, even though it was 3 years ago. Stupid huh.)
And so now it's Monday evening. Today is the start of a whole new era. Epoch. Age. I got back on the healthy eating wagon, walked the dog twice and attempted to do a workout. (To be clear, by the time the workout happened my legs were done from the two dog walks, so that wasn't as productive as it could have been, but still...) No more homework. No more studying. No more assclass. I have some travel for work, but there are a lot of grown-ups who do that. It's time to get back to ME!
The Kid's gone out and Dickie's working tonight. I have to work in the morning and I sense change is in the air again at work as well, and that's not a bad thing. It's 8:20, so my next plan is to iron some clothes so I can continue the New Epoch dealie in the morning, making time to take the dogs for a walk before I go to work, and then after the ironing is done, it's bathtub and bed for me.
On that note, the ironing and tub await. Ardievas! (Which is Latvian for "goodbye!" if you hadn't guessed.)
First, I went to Latvia. Why? Why not. The travel was as fun as the trip. I totally get off on FB'ing about my stupid adventures in aeroports. It all started when the door fell off my second airplane (ok, not fully, but enough that I needed to take a different plane to a different country than originally planned.) The trip itself was amazing. I find it incredibly... what's the word. Not grounding. Not rejuvenating. I feel like I'm the closest to my authentic self when I'm travelling. My friend and I had an amazing time, met some amazing people, drank some amazing beer, and some amazing gin, and some amazing jagermeister, and... well.. it was awesome.
If this were the old days I'd type pages (er, screens?) of blather about this trip and the authentisim of it. (authenticism? no. Authenticity? Whaddever.) But a) this isn't the old days, b) it may be either incriminating, blathersome or boring, and c) I just donwanna. Maybe someday. Maybe the authentic moment has too far past to be documented now.
But I digress.
I then came home and graduated from university. Yes, I am now Anigo, BBA. It was the BEST day ever. Like a birthday but 100x better. Friends I didn't even realized I had came out of the woodwork to tell me they admired me or they were proud of me. Ego boost x 1000.
If we're friends on the book of face you've seen some pictures from both events. If not, and you want to see pics, either friend me on the book of face or let me know and I'll post a few here.
Out on the motorcycles for the first time this year on Saturday. One of these days I'm going to stop being afraid of them and actually let myself enjoy them. I really do enjoy it, I just have "damn you're going to drop it and make a fool of yourself" stuck in my head. Silly really. I love going down the highway at what feels like the speed of sound. I am not afraid of running into a tree doing 140 through a back road (to be clear, I don't do 140 through a back road often) but I am terrified, literally, of taking a turn after a stop sign too slowly or too widely (wide? widelelyey?) and dropping the bike or side swiping a car. (I've never side swiped a car. Never come close. I have, however, taken a corner too slowly and dropped the bike. I might have been going all of 3km/hr at the time. Nothing bruised or damaged but my ego and my confidence, which I just can't get back, even though it was 3 years ago. Stupid huh.)
And so now it's Monday evening. Today is the start of a whole new era. Epoch. Age. I got back on the healthy eating wagon, walked the dog twice and attempted to do a workout. (To be clear, by the time the workout happened my legs were done from the two dog walks, so that wasn't as productive as it could have been, but still...) No more homework. No more studying. No more assclass. I have some travel for work, but there are a lot of grown-ups who do that. It's time to get back to ME!
The Kid's gone out and Dickie's working tonight. I have to work in the morning and I sense change is in the air again at work as well, and that's not a bad thing. It's 8:20, so my next plan is to iron some clothes so I can continue the New Epoch dealie in the morning, making time to take the dogs for a walk before I go to work, and then after the ironing is done, it's bathtub and bed for me.
On that note, the ironing and tub await. Ardievas! (Which is Latvian for "goodbye!" if you hadn't guessed.)