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Moving day
Mar. 30th, 2004 10:55 amI'm sitting among all the boxes here eating beef jerky for breakfast. I'm contemplating going half vegetarian, but just contemplating, not deciding. I think the best moments to think about these things is when you actually indulge in the things you like but may give up. Red meat in my case, I don't think I would want to give up chicken or fresh tuna and seafood.
In the north of Sweden - those regions commonly called "Northland", they eat jerky made of reindeer and moose, they take dried pieces of it and dip them in hard boiled thin coffee and chew, getting both the salt and the caffeine on their hikes. They also have a form of cottage cheese made of goats milk, it melts easily into the coffee, providing some dairy. Sounds odd and vaguely disgusting eh?
For some reason I can't stop thinking about how eating out or giving head to a person with this diet would taste. I'm not particularly squeamish, but it does sound better with a vegetarian. Good thing I don't drink coffee.
This is my last day here, my gypsy life continues, and it's odd to think that I for years had a steady home, with furniture, and kitchen gadgets and art (and a fiancee).
I sold and gave so many things away. Whole moving trucks with things. What's left are necessities and some personal things.
The paintings Plastic sister gave me (one with a personal dedication written on it), thousands of books in storage, I didn't give those away, my comics and graphic novels - the one thing I still collect, some music and my computer. That's all, the rest is expendable. The tv goes back to the store tomorrow, B-man will get my nicest plants, Morten got my nicer furniture, the red velvet armchairs and the few antiques. If I ever have such a home again, he'll give it back, but for now it's his.
I don't miss things, I miss stability, and yet there is a fear of starting to build again, but deep down I'm a builder, the urge to create something lasting is strong. I'm trying to remind myself that I'm creating on the inside instead, I'm learning things, expanding my education, and hopefully this also has some lasting value.
There are many mornings I wake up and don't know where I am, and nights where I dreamed about the many places I have lived in. It's not bad or traumatic though, I imagine it's the same way for most people who have been moving around a lot.
Time to quit procrastinating and git to work.
In the north of Sweden - those regions commonly called "Northland", they eat jerky made of reindeer and moose, they take dried pieces of it and dip them in hard boiled thin coffee and chew, getting both the salt and the caffeine on their hikes. They also have a form of cottage cheese made of goats milk, it melts easily into the coffee, providing some dairy. Sounds odd and vaguely disgusting eh?
For some reason I can't stop thinking about how eating out or giving head to a person with this diet would taste. I'm not particularly squeamish, but it does sound better with a vegetarian. Good thing I don't drink coffee.
This is my last day here, my gypsy life continues, and it's odd to think that I for years had a steady home, with furniture, and kitchen gadgets and art (and a fiancee).
I sold and gave so many things away. Whole moving trucks with things. What's left are necessities and some personal things.
The paintings Plastic sister gave me (one with a personal dedication written on it), thousands of books in storage, I didn't give those away, my comics and graphic novels - the one thing I still collect, some music and my computer. That's all, the rest is expendable. The tv goes back to the store tomorrow, B-man will get my nicest plants, Morten got my nicer furniture, the red velvet armchairs and the few antiques. If I ever have such a home again, he'll give it back, but for now it's his.
I don't miss things, I miss stability, and yet there is a fear of starting to build again, but deep down I'm a builder, the urge to create something lasting is strong. I'm trying to remind myself that I'm creating on the inside instead, I'm learning things, expanding my education, and hopefully this also has some lasting value.
There are many mornings I wake up and don't know where I am, and nights where I dreamed about the many places I have lived in. It's not bad or traumatic though, I imagine it's the same way for most people who have been moving around a lot.
Time to quit procrastinating and git to work.
