Social Networking 101

I arrived here in Seattle recently, having driven across the country from Washington, DC. Google maps puts the distance at 2,770 miles, and it took five solid days of driving to traverse, with a limited number of stops and no scenic detours. That's actually not true - we stopped fairly frequently becuase Mat has the bladder of a tender young girl. But five days, four nights, two frats, 1 tiny ass bar in North Dakota, and Idaho later, we showed up in West Seattle at about 6:30 Pacific Time on Tuesday, September 6, 2005.

I'm not usually inclined to keep reflections of my thoughts...my resolve to maintain any sort of journal doesn't last and I feel that revealing inner thoughts online is rather trite. However, my thoughtful mother suggested that this, if any time in my life, was a good juncture at which to record transitions, so I am taking her advice.

I'm glad I left the east coast. A time such as college (or my entire life up to that point) is like a radiant, shimmering ball of garbage. Well, it's more like there's a ball of garbage with light shining through the cracks; it's beautiful, but heavy and vaguely odiferous. I'm usually glad I leave these things behind, because from a distance, the smell is gone and all you can see is the light.

I have neither a job nor a place to live. Those concerns will most certainly work out, but right now everything is so uncertain. I'm treading water with no shore in sight, but it doesn't really have me worried or apprehensive or anything. I'm casually irked by the travails of finding a job, but mostly I'm not reacting at all to these new surroundings -> and that's what's weirding me out the most. I suppose I should be happy that ... no, everything's fine. I'm just lightly bored. I want to start going out and doing things and acquainting myself with the city, but for now I'm just wading in the shallow end. Let's go do something! I fear that Mat Brown may be setting himself up for a stifling semester. Perhaps this stage of limbo is more draining on him than it is me, and I need to be leading the way. Well, methinks I'll lead the way down to the damn bar, and take it from there.