Day 182: Home Sweet Home

Listening: Talking 'bout a sweet memory. It goes 'round and 'round in my head. Pretty soon I’ll want the real thing instead, but for now I got this sweet memory.

What's my problem? I own too much crap.

It's nice. Being on my own futon, in my own sheets, under my own comforter, in my own room, with my own stuff, in my own city. It's a beautiful thing to be warm and comfortable in my own corner of the apartment listening to Melody Gardot late at night warm and content. I'm a lucky man here for four days off with all of my island worries far behind me.

I was welcomed home with hugs by my beloved roomie, Linh, and promptly lost three and a half hours of my life shooting the shit with her. That's how life should be. It's a beautiful thing to be able to connect with people like that upon impact. Beautiful. It's not to say that I'm not connecting with people on the island. The thing is, it's only happened recently. Coffee dates with Gabi and random happenings upon Katherine have me optimistic that I may end up leaving the island with a couple of things that resemble actual friendships or more than ephemeral relationships. Connections. People I can say, "Hey, I think I would like to be around them in my time outside of work" about. Dare I say, people whose thoughts aren't limited to, "Food, cook, clean, drink, drink, nothingness, me, me, me." Or maybe I should say people who only show me that.

I have a few projects that I want to accomplish while I'm here in Boston. The list goes as follows, in no particular order:

1) Sort through clutter and throw away/donate/ebay as much as possible.
2) Put my room back in order. Hang up and put away all clothes that were stowed for the summer.
3) Schedule appointment with a travel immunologist.
4) Talk to a travel agent about the logistics and advantages/disadvantages to Asia passes.
5) Cook for roomies/friends.
6) Look at kitchen scales for mother.
7) Take care of random paperwork.
8) Buy ma cha powder for friend.
9) Hustle for part time work in January
10) I think the first 9 are enough.

So I think that's how the next four days are shaping up. The first day was great. Got home, caught up with the roomies, had dinner at the Chez, caught up with everyone there, came home and rested. Wonderful. Tomorrow, knock some stuff off that list and make a big pot of beef stew for my palz. Life is good when you have four days off in a row.