excruciating.boredom.the.stagnation.of.life.in.transition.translation.EVERYTHING’SHAPPENINGLATER.
It has been about 4 months since my last post? Good thing nobody reads my blog. But now that I’m not doing anything exciting ((or anything at all)) i have time (and lots of it) to write, but not the electronic attention span that writing requires. Farm life is sadly temporarily over and I am living the vagabond life in my little ol’ subaru, crashing on couches, camping in coffee shops, and trying to live the unemployed life frugally and joyfully. I have yet to dive in any dumpsters, but have an image of myself in the beaming light of whole food’s security wearing an arc’teryx sweater. (and they will label me a hypocritical anarchist because of my previous investments in expensive outdoor clothing.)
Anyway.Anyways. I am in Flagstaff, Arizona, living in no place and two places (Flagstaff-Tucson) all at the same time. strange.stressful.boring.liberating. the paradoxical imprisonment and freedom of chosen poverty. what do i value what do i value. i just spent a bunch’a bones on a wilderness first responder course up here in Flag, in hopes that it will help me get a job doing something i actually enjoy. fuck food service and fuck jobs i find on craigslist. i don’t want to be a waitress and i don’t want to work indoors and i want to get dirty and i want to move around and i want to use my brain because i think i think i think there is something in that mushy thing in my skull that i should utilize. and it seems to me that right now, the only way i can do that is with unpaid labor. i don’t know if it’s a “smart” move, but right now i would rather go broke doing something i love than spend my time getting miserable and vitamin D deprived. it at least seems wise. i am bumming around Flagstaff waiting to hear back from a guy who works for the Grand Canyon Trust, because I am hopefully going to help him work on a native plants field guide for a canyon on the arizona-utah border or work on a demonstration garden on the north rim of the Grand Canyon. i honestly would probably not still be here waiting to hear back from him, but i really want more experience working with native plants for a job i am trying to get in utah (interview on tuesday 10am mountain standard time) in the back country of the canyonlands. candyland. abbey country. I would be the caretaker of a yurt village/education center as well as camp cook, van driver, and field educator. i would take middle school students on trips to remove invasive species and then cook the little brats some dinner. i have never had an interview for a job that i actually wanted, so we will see if the law of attraction works in my favor on tuesday morning. i never thought that i would enjoy having children’s lives in my hands until i took my WFR course and decided that saving people is fun. fingers crossed i don’t want to get too excited about it in case it doesn’t work out but i want it i want it i want it oh man. the high desert is the place for me oh man.
time to go find my friend. more details to come soon. my run on sentence skills have been enhanced by a double espresso. gotta get movin!
self-discovery in the desert.
