Bohemian Wanderlust.

I'm almost a quarter-century old!

If there is one word that best describes the most recent months of life, it's definitely tumultuous.

If there is one word that best describes the present moments of my life, it's definitely phenomenal.

Christmas is coming up. The holidays are such a warm and romantic time of year. There are so many things I want to do before they're over:
1. Go to the zoo to see the lights and the animals.
2. Go snowboarding, maybe even stay for a couple days up north in my cabin.
2a. If in Michigan, hopefully there is snow, and therefore snowshoeing and fires in the fireplace and snowmobiling would be possible!
2b. Also, if in Michigan, wine tastinggggggggggggg :)
3. Find a place to have a fire and roast chestnuts.
4. Oglebay lights?
5. Shop in NYC!

Okay, that's all I can think of for now. . . it seems like there were many many more things I wanted to do. . . weird. . .

The Christmas Tree is up and lighted. It's really beautiful. I'll post a picture as soon as I get the ornaments on it. While decorating, movies kept me company. First, Enchanted was on. Then, Marley and Me. Finally, You've Got Mail. All in all, it was a gloriously sloppy romantic marathon. It made me sorta lonely to think that real life is never like the lives that the movie-characters live. It's true, however, that real life does and can compare to all those fairy tales. The issue is whether or not the movie-vision is allowed to relegate reality into the shadows, letting the beautiful singular lucid moments slip by, unnoticed and unappreciated. For the past month or so, I've been living a string of these ... moments. It can be difficult for me to let go of control, to let myself be encompassed by the present and to quit obsessing over all I perceive to be secretly professed expressions of doubt or sudden changes of heart. It's a big step, but I've never been so compelled to take it.

Okay, it's late. I'm kiiinda tired. Until tomorrow. . .

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