Remember 10-speeds, roller blades, jogging paths, oceans, mountains, hiking trails, and carving your own path?
There's always some place to go. Someone to meet. Two steps out the door and just keep going. Apparently I suffer from Thaasophobia.
But...
On occasion, I just need to Breathe. Recover. And then drastically pivot. I can't seem to be in the same company for long, in the same city, or in the same building, or on the same street...
But for whatever reason, I can blaze an outdoor trail for hours. Every day if I had the time. Every day when I (will) have the time.
Thursday I had drinks with Arimis, at Rocco's in Studio City. It's our twice a month hangout spot.
I told Arimis...
Last week dad's widow mailed me some items dad kept in their safe. Now that dad's gone, she wanted me to have them.
To my surprise, among the items was my very first passport from when I was toddler. How odd; I thought. Why would dad keep that? But I guess he kept my first passport because there's a baby photo of me in it.
One of the coolest things you can get your child, is a passport. I got my first one when I was three years old. This is a picture of it.
My current passport photo looks exactly the same!
This passport meant something to my dad. The fact it meant something to him, means something to me. I'm not entirely sure what that "something" is, but my first passport was important enough for dad to keep in his safe.
Then again...
My dad also kept a chest X-ray in his safe.
My friend Aramis, is my CA brother. My little brother if I had one. We've been friends a long time. Likewise I'm his older sister if he had one. He's from WI. I'm from MN. As adults, Aramis and I couldn't be more opposite. But as kids who grew up in the Midwest, we are like the girl and boy next door. Regardless of our current ages, we both still have childhood wanderlust. It is a very strong bond between us. No one else seems to understand it. But that's ok. It's not meant for others to understand. We map out Istanbul. YouTube people surfing in Spain. And travel.
When Aramis and I hang out...
The only thing we notice is packed or semi unpacked bags, and passports.
Being idle. What a hassle. I get to a point where even trying to meet someone for a cocktail just stresses me out...
Because it's never (just) a cocktail...
It's 30 irritating text messages of nothing in particular, fashioned with even more irritating emoji's. I know what "beach" and "sun" means without seven attached beach/sun emoji's!
Nailed down cosmetic vehicles!
When I make plans with my long time friends it goes like this...
Saturday. 5am Surf City?
Can we make it 6:30?
No problem.
Perfect!
See you then!
See you then!
And we're done texting! That's it!
Saturday at 5:30am...
Still on for 6:30?
Yes!
Great!
Great! See you then!
And we're done!
By 9am Saturday we're at the beach having a good time.
Easy!
When you're idle, people you don't know, make getting together unnecessarily harder than it has to be!
What a turn off.
This one guy kept texting long paragraphs about absolutely nothing. We were just going to meet for a drink. I was totally into hanging out with him until he kept texting me over and over, and over and over, things we could talk about, in person, over the drinks we were planning on having.
Finally, I had to cut him lose. I couldn't take anymore.
"I'm sorry. Another time." I simply text.
In response, he dialed my number, called me twice, then text me another 6 times when I didn't answer his phone calls, before breaking down completely, texting, "I won't bother you again."
He totally spiraled himself out of control.
Drama. Unnecessary.
When you're on the road, there's no drama. No time for it. No time for 30 swapped text messages. And everyone you meet on the road totally gets it.
The place is here. The time is now.
As it always is.
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