There's something about being someplace other than where you sleep, laptop in tow and headphones streaming Pandora into your ears.
It's a hot, steamy day. I thought I'd be ok with a jacket, but once I stepped out onto the patio I felt the first warm blast of what was Summer. I shrugged the long hooded black jacket off my shoulders and onto my arm. Later, I found out that even if it had been sub-zero temperature outside I wouldn't have been wearing the jacket. Dolce, our ever-adorable, ever-mischievous (the little shit that he is) had left a nice teenage bunny size pee stain on the bottom.
Once in the car I shook my head to clear it of the horrible cobwebs from my brain, (lack of sleep will do that to you) I picked up a pad of paper and a pen and jotted down a shopping list. Eat healthy and cheap - check. I'm trying to lose weight this summer, and get as healthy as I can. That means some apples, celery, and fish. Plus, we also need to save as much money as possible for this coming NYC trip.
We got to Easton and I quickly took a seat at table near Kitty (one of Mandy's friends, and I suppose subsequently, mine) and took right to talking about life, economy, and how with this particular economy there IS no life. Also, how the Netherlands is (the) Paradise. Capital P and THE. We exchanged talks about insurance and health care, the best online illegal pharmacies and making a run for the border.
She raised a good question: What freedoms do US Citizens have left? After much debate, we finally realized...none. She's lucky as she is "grabbing on to for dear life" her dual citizenship (England) partner. They're planning on as soon as she finishes school heading over to live in England. She's lucky, I only wish Mandy and I had that opportunity. We have to figure out a way with more devious means. (Any European men out there, please marry me. ;p PLEASE.)
I'm hoping above hoping that our current plans work. Knowing us it'll take a lot to get out of Columbus and our current situation. But really, there is no future for us here. No jobs, nothing for us. We are planning to trek a little bit on the US map and find a better place economically. As we discussed, the higher the rent, the better the job opportunities.
I like sitting here and typing. It feels right, the fluid movement of my fingers over the silent keyboard. I can't do this while at Jim's apartment, I feel so stifled. Maybe it's his cat, in heat and meowing. Or how I've been lectured too many times about not typing loudly. I just don't know what it is, but I love being someplace out around people and writing. It's inspiring to me.
Labels: bad economy, moving, writing
