Up in the Air

I am fascinated by travel. Maybe it's the smalltown girl dreaming dreams or the gypsy in me itching to roam. I tend to judge people and places by the scenery from a window seat. There's part charm and chagrin at the sight of farmlands and heartlands. I often ponder if a city holds up to the expectations its flickering night lights tend to ignite and if there's a mathematical equation to the degree it can deliver or disappoint. Sunlight is quantifiable to happiness if not to the level of perk or one's talkative trait. How truly diverse a city is exponentially related to how authentic it's Chinese take-out is. Others tend to flaunt global citizenship by finding the right drapes to go with the new Moroccan paint of the family den. Or they may displace to more temperate climes, better pay, cheaper real estate and gentrified surroundings only to run in the exact same circles and exchanging the exact same trivialities. The world is one giant science project and travel is the agar to view through airline eyes. It is an open zoo worth the price of admission. There is a rather uneasy tax to seeing it all though-- an incertitude that life is passing you by as you flit past it and then there's seeing things for what they are and the weariness of knowing. Being away from home ever since I have been old enough to make a living, I am coming to a conclusion that no matter where I attempt to take root, it is nothing more than something to tie me down. I have only one home and it's the one that has blessed me to be free and never merely settle.

-- Post From My iPhone, my so-called mobile life.

Location:Durness Ct,Nottingham,United States

4

Four months.

I pored over my friend Shivaun's blog and on the side bars, there it was--four months of silence. Four months, so it seemed, of nothing happening when it was the contrary... to a degree. Anyway, I had chosen to parlay my life with snark and wit through the portals known as status updates--in a need to be provocative, funny, admired, discussed, even envied and most times, just plain Liked. After all the curious and sentimental searches have been found or, ended up finding you through mutual threads and by jumping on bandwagons (not to mention awkward non-virtual exchange of niceties and faux pas' down the halls and malls, as opposed to the Wall; the occasional de-friending, etc., etc.) trepidation starts to set in and privacy settings are twiddled.

Didn't I try to distance myself from this sh**t before?

Ah, humans--social animals. Centuries of technology and evolution, one thing stays the same: What the f**k is so-and-so up to?



-- Post From My iPhone, my so-called mobile life.

Location:Rosedale,United States