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A comment I left in someone else's journal; she had asked for a time where we had done something luxurious or extravagant for ourselves:
For my 35th birthday, I decided to fly out to the Grand Canyon. It was a silly, last-minute decision; I'd always been anxious about traveling, and had never done such an excursion by myself. The logistics fell together in no time; I fell asleep on the plane, and before I knew it, I was driving a rental car out through the pre-dawn desert (cold!), to a land of light and color and space.
I need more of this in my life. I've been feeling drab and out of sorts of late (although I've been biking more, and writing more, both of which always help); while a steady source of income would certainly help with this, there are also other things I could be doing. I'll have to scrounge a copy of TimeOut and see what's happening around the city in the near future; one of the frustrating, but wonderful things about living in such a metropolis is that one can never, never, never keep up with even a fragment of all the wonderful things that are out there, every minute, waiting to be explored. (There's a get-together of several people I know and several others I'd like to meet happening in San Francisco this weekend; in better circumstances, I'd have plane tickets by now.) There's more I should write, but I've only just awakened; it makes a change from linkspam, at any rate. Still, I'm meeting Gabriel for tea and a movie later, and that's an excellent start.
For my 35th birthday, I decided to fly out to the Grand Canyon. It was a silly, last-minute decision; I'd always been anxious about traveling, and had never done such an excursion by myself. The logistics fell together in no time; I fell asleep on the plane, and before I knew it, I was driving a rental car out through the pre-dawn desert (cold!), to a land of light and color and space.
I need more of this in my life. I've been feeling drab and out of sorts of late (although I've been biking more, and writing more, both of which always help); while a steady source of income would certainly help with this, there are also other things I could be doing. I'll have to scrounge a copy of TimeOut and see what's happening around the city in the near future; one of the frustrating, but wonderful things about living in such a metropolis is that one can never, never, never keep up with even a fragment of all the wonderful things that are out there, every minute, waiting to be explored. (There's a get-together of several people I know and several others I'd like to meet happening in San Francisco this weekend; in better circumstances, I'd have plane tickets by now.) There's more I should write, but I've only just awakened; it makes a change from linkspam, at any rate. Still, I'm meeting Gabriel for tea and a movie later, and that's an excellent start.