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Note: I have three interviews in the queue. I haven't forgot them, but I don't have net at home yet, and I've been quite busy at work lately.
Perhaps "don't have net at home yet" needs some explaining. You see, my sweetie and I moved from Dorchester to Lower Allston (a.k.a. "back to civilization") this past Saturday. The move itself went off without a hitch, and the small geological feature's worth of boxes in the living room and dining room is slowly but steadily diminishing.
It's a three-bedroom, five-room (plus bathroom and kitchen), top floor of a two family house, plus attic access. Sharing this with just one other person works out to "enough space".
Proclamation:
WHEREAS I am starting my fourth decade on this planet, and
WHEREAS I do not live in Manhattan or San Francisco, and
WHEREAS I have a small but significant amount of books and hobby equipment,
THEREFORE it's okay for me to have my stuff take up more than 120 square feet of space, and
FURTHERMORE I'm free from considering it wasteful to actually have two rooms to myself.
In short, "Dude, you graduated from college seven years ago. Time to stop living in a dorm room."
Observation: Having a room in which to do non-sleeping things that doesn't have a bed in it is probably something I've needed for a while, and didn't miss because I never had it.
I managed to get through quite a bit of "Stars and Stripes Forever" on the flute last night (oh yeah, I'm practicing regularly again), and I have a feeling that having a quiet space in which to be on my own and practice will be really conducive to making musical progress.
I don't have net at home right now, and won't for about another week, but I'll tell ya, I'm not really missing it. It just means one less distraction away from other things I'd like to be working on (e.g. flute, juggling, learning foreign alphabets, etc.)
Summary: It's nice to be home.
Perhaps "don't have net at home yet" needs some explaining. You see, my sweetie and I moved from Dorchester to Lower Allston (a.k.a. "back to civilization") this past Saturday. The move itself went off without a hitch, and the small geological feature's worth of boxes in the living room and dining room is slowly but steadily diminishing.
It's a three-bedroom, five-room (plus bathroom and kitchen), top floor of a two family house, plus attic access. Sharing this with just one other person works out to "enough space".
Proclamation:
WHEREAS I am starting my fourth decade on this planet, and
WHEREAS I do not live in Manhattan or San Francisco, and
WHEREAS I have a small but significant amount of books and hobby equipment,
THEREFORE it's okay for me to have my stuff take up more than 120 square feet of space, and
FURTHERMORE I'm free from considering it wasteful to actually have two rooms to myself.
In short, "Dude, you graduated from college seven years ago. Time to stop living in a dorm room."
Observation: Having a room in which to do non-sleeping things that doesn't have a bed in it is probably something I've needed for a while, and didn't miss because I never had it.
I managed to get through quite a bit of "Stars and Stripes Forever" on the flute last night (oh yeah, I'm practicing regularly again), and I have a feeling that having a quiet space in which to be on my own and practice will be really conducive to making musical progress.
I don't have net at home right now, and won't for about another week, but I'll tell ya, I'm not really missing it. It just means one less distraction away from other things I'd like to be working on (e.g. flute, juggling, learning foreign alphabets, etc.)
Summary: It's nice to be home.
