new

I am slowly adjusting to all things new from my move:
New roommate(s). New commute. New thoughts. New faces.

All in all, it is exciting and new, and am finding delight in spending an hour on the train to and fro work, and all the many things I can accomplish while gazing out the sometimes-tinted windows:
-peep new burners/murals/graffiti (some great stuff between here and SF)
-read one of the many books I've recently purchased for just such the occasion on amazon (at the rate i'm reading, i'll be reading a book a week)
-catch up with life: eat breakfast, sketch, compile to-do lists, organize my laptop, download digital photos from memory cards, sleep...
-take photographs
-return emails (on the phone - my poor thumbs)
-and when all else fails, resort to the ever so plentiful iPod

It's just great. By the time I get home, I have nothing to worry about, no lingering thoughts from the day, no unfinished business haunting me. I can simply just enjoy life. Now don't get me wrong, give me a good few years of this shit and I'd say fuck the commute, but it ain't tomorrow just yet.


An ode to the wonderful home I left behind.

In other news, my weekend in Vegas was definitely one of those weekends in Vegas. Very little can and will be shared on a public blog about the bachelorette festivities without breaking the code of Vegas. But I can say that it was an awesome trip with great friends. Here's to growing up...