DON'T YOU FEEL GOOD

today i opened boxes and my trunk. all wet on the bottoms and therein lies the destruction. books wet, a bag of mementos, my record collection along with my dads old records. i decided to save his from the basement back home. and here i go leaving for two weeks and returning to the aftermath of a flood. i'm ticked from the carelessness. being told my things will be dried and looked after and finding them untouched. although, i can't really be mad at anyone. these things happen. and i'm used to losing material possessions. at least i don't mind all that much when i lose them. it's senseless to, right? just things that represent memories or things that make me sentimental or things that i've earned.

"your possessions end up owning you" - tyler durden

but oh the records make me sore. i acquired new inserts for them. had to trash the original covers that stuck together and ripped apart the artwork. moldy in places and gooey in others.

because of all this but more because i am ready, i'm more ready than ever to get out and start working for the summer. a chance for me to learn and reflect on my skills, responsibilities and maybe even take a crack at some aspirations. 480 miles away doesn't seem so far. but i know i'll be plopped into a new situation with new people to meet and wildlands to explore.

right now i'm restless. two lazy dogs on the wood floor sleeping. i just want a bed to call my own again. this couch is not cutting it.

i can't continue on the internets about my trip to the west coast. writing it all in pencil is just how its gotta be.