And honest too, most of the time. I accidentally lie on occasion. I think I am genetically predisposed to "creative" memories. Memory is a fascinating thing. Being able to be conscious of a reality that no longer exists. Consciousness in general--being aware of our own existence. Life. Such an amazing, weird, bizarre, wonderful, horrifying, beautiful, tragic situation.
I love it.
Last night I got to help a friend "net owls" until 2 am. We didn't actually catch any to tag, but we did catch a little hermit thrush which I got to hold and release back into the night. I've decided that biologists are pretty much the coolest people there are. There's nothing more inspiring than seeing someone with a driving passion, who is truly fired up about what they do.
I leave town in less than three weeks. I'll be off the the open road, the kindness of strangers, credit card debt, and a great opportunity to get to know myself better. I might return to Homer for the winter, or I might not. I'll have all my essential belongings with me, so if I find a spot and a job I feel good about, I might settle down elsewhere for the winter. Yep. Into the great wide open, a rebel without a clue. Or a penny. But I have optimism, a sense of humor, and a good car.
It is my intention to take plenty of pictures and keep blogging along the way. I'm very curious to see where I end up come October.
I've also decided it's time to set my sights on my old dream of building a little homestead. I might try my best to persuade my parents to eventually sell their land in Homer to me. We'll see. It's a long-term goal, but it's nice to have dreams again. Dreams that belong to me.
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