Lazy Days

I just finished reading a book called "The Alchemist," which I highly reccomend. It's a fascinating read, really, and I find it ironic to be reading it right now at this point in my life. It's all about purpose in life and "personal legend," etc etc. Though I picked it up nearly two years ago with the keen desire then to read it, it took until now to make the time to do so, and the timing could not have been, well, timelier.

Last week was an interesting, desperately long week, I think. If there have been any more lesson-packed days than these recently, I am hard pressed to remember them. I spent nearly a week and a half by myself, with my housemate, Larky, gone home to visit her family. She was sorely missed, too.

But now we've been back together a week already, and life at Old Bentley has been roaring. It wasn't without parties in her absence... there were movie nights and teas and walks and lots of decorating and re-arranging, etc... but on a much quieter scale. And of course, I've been spending a good deal of my evenings away, watching the Euro 2008 on TV--a "saved" version that some satellite thing allows. There have certainly been interesting goings on there!

But there were also lots of frightening thunderstorms, which are more frightening yet when one is entirely alone in a foundationaly unstable, hundred+ year old house. 

Anyways. All I can think of right now is how tired I am and how nice a nap would be. I am learning too much at once for my mind to handle. Life is good, though, and there is not a lack for friends to share it with here, contrary to popular and first-thought opinion. Swimming, cookie-baking, Bollywood nights, Kofola parties, picnics, bonfires, movies, gourmet dinners, euro 08 viewings (they get intense, let me tell you!), drive-in-movies, miniature golf & pizza, off-Broadway shows, Shakespeare, and the list goes on. 

There are lots of books to read. I'm working on finishing up Eragon for my brother, writing some literature articles, and just checked out about 5 books from the library yesterday. It's nice to have time like that again. Strange, but nice. 

Sunshine on a Cloudy Day...

My first comment here must be about the temperature, because the first thing one notices is simply the heat. Sweltering air wraps around you like a shroud and the boiling humidity dampens your clothes while simultaneously evaporating away. These are hot, humid, achingly long days.

Old Bentley is not a particularly cool place to live temperature wise. It is, however, a very "cool" place. Very nicely located for colourful get-togethers with friends.

I like work. It's exciting to be challenged by completely new things, especially in an otherwise now fairly familiar setting. It's exciting to learn about dreaming, about how to dream and what those dreams may get you when you dare to reach for them. It's exciting to learn about freedom; about how to choose from so many choices just how you might live your life or spend your money and time.

And it's just a little bit frightening to live on your own; not even for the lack of other people--for there are other people around--but simply for the extra time that you are suddenly spending getting to know yourself, and having to live with that self with no excuses and no distractions.

Funny how these things work sometimes...