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With five days resting between me in this moment and the moment when
I settle into the car and drive away to LA, my life has turned into a fit of lists...
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Alright, I left my grandparents a message on their voice mail. The news is this: in just over a week I am...
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"When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked. Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping. The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage. In other words, I don't improve; in further words, once a bum always a bum. I fear the disease is incurable. I set this matter down not to instruct others but to inform myself."
"Once a journey is designed, equipped, and put in process, a new factor enters and takes over. A trip, a safari, an exploration, is an entity, different from all other journeys. It has a personality, temperament, individuality, uniqueness. A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip, a trip takes us..."
- John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley: In Search of America
I have some very important news to share with you all, but I have to call my grandmother first! It will be just a few moments. There's lemonade in the back if you get thirsty.
ON MOVEMENT: comment
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the weekends feel so long because we do so much. saturday began on
the beach, early. woke up with the sunrise and found myself knee deep
in the ocean 45 minutes later, cheering on one skim boarding friend
with another and threatening a local audubon society meeting (they were
watching pelicans, we wanted to rustle their feathers). stephanie and I
were convinced going to the beach, that early, with little sleep, was
possibly one of the best decisions we had ever made. three hours later
the three of us woke up from our sandy naps, ready to take on the rest
of the day that kept going,
and going,
and going.
...continued
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|  leaving is humbling. all the goodbyes, promises to “keep in touch”,
wondering ifs, last hurrahs. I feel spoiled by good memories in the
making: generous friends, tote bags on laundry lines, really long side
hugs. I feel blessed to have so many excellent people in my life.
phoning and messaging everyone to say “goodbye-for-now” is forcing me
to re-recognize how amazing you all are, and how un-independent I am
(despite some of my greatest efforts).
thank you, for this.
thus, with the move there will naturally follow new means to
communication. If you’d like my new mailing address, please inform me
by commenting. If you’d like to e-mail me, that isn’t changing. If
you’d like to know where I will be writing from this day forward it’s
here: http://lalbe.wordpress.com to all my xanga-faithfuls: please redirect your attentions to this new location. I'm not as nice as some other bloggers who have fancy plug-ins to do their double posting for them. No, I am mean and want you to just click this new way. And I'll sit on my end, crossing my fingers hoping you'll all remember to return and read about my adventures in LA (bookmark it). Over the next while I'll be re-posting old, favorite entries on this new page. It's kind of fun to relive.
thanks, friends! and remember: http://lalbe.wordpress.com
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