Home is where the hearthstone is

Alas, my residence.

Almost...

I'll post pictures of my new place soon, I still have a bunch of my stuff scattered all over and it needs to be sorted.  Plus I've got ten dozen errands to run and a tiny moped to transport a ton of stuff. 

Ahhhh memories

Last night I introduced Amy to Couchsurfing.org and we went through much related to it.

After spending so much time talking about it, showing her my profile, looking through pictures, and just rifling through memories, I felt like I was home, and I evidently tricked part of myself to believe it was July, August, and September of last year.  It was comforting and then surreal to step outside and remember when and where I was.


I also remembered something important I had forgotten.

Last summer I accidentally discovered what it meant to be fully present in each moment, to be unconcerned by anything that came before or that was to come and to just be aware of what was going on around me and what was going on within me.  It's the consequence I guess of not having much of a damn to give about anything (traveling for shits and giggles).  The importance of such a mindset to me is the resulting lack of hesitation to act instinctually.

It was a headspace I hadn't known before and I recall knowing I was losing touch with it many months ago after my return.  But I chose to let myself lose touch with it so that between then (my return home) and my next trip/move/whatever I could put myself to sleep with mindless videogames, television, a shitty job, and other mind numbing agents to speed the passage of time. 

Mentally healthy?  Probably not, but it worked.  Now I have to undo some bad habits again, revert to my gut, and remember much.