stick with what you know

last syllable, originally uploaded by getawayplans.

i skipstumbletripped through my break so far. this morning consisted of a fuck-it moment. if i screw it up royally, nothing changes on paper. if i nail it, sky's the limit.
the score's not out yet, but i think i nailed it. i won't really know for at least another week.

this restlessness hasn't released yet.

outside looking in

outside looking in, originally uploaded by getawayplans.

Our ties to oneanother are fragile, gossamer at best, but flexible. Everything interesting happens in the stretch. My parent's family has split again. I'm now the oldest of only half so many. It's been a long while coming, really, but the timing is poor. Then again, I suspect everyone will have a relaxing holiday this year.

Speaking of holidays, there are only 11 minutes left in my working year, (not that I'm counting...). I've taken off for the next two weeks. On one hand, it's exciting that I'll have so much time to focus on my books and photo projects, contact the ACPA, and go jogging again. On the other, I am often lazy. So there's a possibility that I'll spend hours scratching behind Baxter's ears while catching up on every crime-drama series in syndication. Reality will probably fall somewhere between the two.
Cheers.

-getaway plans

creeps in this petty pace

The holidays always seem to make time slow down in the worst possible way. Everything takes twice as long as it needs to and I'm more restless than usual. It's worse this year with the godforsaken heat. December is as May should have been.
I spent 4 years as an urban nomad. I moved every three months, owned only what I could fit in my car. It was a period of chronic restlessness. For two years now, I've been in one place, (a personal record). But lately I find myself thinking 'what if? what if?'. I would need more than just a change of context, a new scene has never really been enough. Whatever it is I'm looking for isn't living in a different part of town.