Basement Living and Difficult Dreams
Despite an overall fun weekend, it was one of those weekends that left me feeling as if everyone around me is living life whilst I continue to spin my wheels. My friends are marrying, which I could care less about because marriage, for me, shouldn't happen until I'm 34. At 27, there's just too much I want to do, and I think I can do it all more effectively single. Rather, I'm watching my friends buy houses. Nice houses. And I continue to pay rent. I don't mind paying rent, and I totally love my current abode in the basement of a really nice house. Clean living. Nice roommates. But, I can't shake the feeling that it would be nice to drive into my own garage, and saunter into my own house, and go into debt for 50 years.
I'm now in my fourth year out of college, laboring in the real world, and every job that piques my curiosity requires a minimum of five years experience. I rent now because I really believe I won't be sticking around once I can start picking and choosing my employment. I'd like to move to Pennsylvania or, ideally, return overseas in some writing capacity. I don't want a house to hold me down, and my current worldly belongings can pretty much be transported in one truck and one car. I keep things simple to aid my nomadic lifestyle.
Had some demented dreams last night, with one consisting of a Scream-like chase in which I was pursued by a knife-weilding assailant. I woke up from that one with a brow covered in sweat and bladder full of whizz. My next dream was, um, even more bizarre. I was with the cast of Friends, and I was acting out a scene in which I was supposed to tell Rachel that I loved her (and I don't even watch Friends). So, we're standing there, Rachel and I, under a starry night sky and I was pointing out certain constellations. Finally, the big kiss scene. I angle in to tongue lash Mrs. Aniston, when suddenly she morphs into one of my roommates, and we kissed very passionately for quite some time. And then I woke up with a sweaty brow and a full bladder.
Again with the serious blogging. I promise, promise, promise to write something of a more humorous nature later.
Posted by Ryan at June 17, 2002 09:30 AM
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