plans, life

Amigos! This is less a blog posting and more a letter to the editor and readers of the FLF paper, but please continue reading anyway.

I have religiously been checking this site for updates from all of you. Despite my silence, I’ve enjoyed reading what everyone has to say, and I’m always happy to hear of the successful things you all accomplish. Game Stop, needle-stabbing, traveling to India, client management, unemployment, grad school, volunteering—one thing’s for sure: we run the gamut of successfulness. Sarcasm aside, I really do love hearing/reading from/about you guys. And as time goes on, I regret the time we didn’t spend together and miss the time we did.

Anyway. Gross. Enough of that.

The real reason I’m writing is because whilst I sat under my apple tree pondering life the other day, I happened upon a magnificent idea: we need to schedule a road trip. NEED. And rather than opt for something practical, my brain did me the extraordinarily kind service of running away to Candy Land with the idea. Don’t ask me what that means, but before long, I had planned a road trip that started at Disney World and ended in our nation’s capital not before it had – wait for it – taken us across FORTY-FIVE states AND to Vegas!!!!

I don’t know if you guys are as excited as I was at this point, but if you’re not, hold onto your corsets because this story still hasn’t reached its climax. While trying to figure out how to get to our multiple destinations, where to stay, etc., I thought, “Golly! Why don’t we rent a couple of vehicles to drive around the country.” That’d be cool: the FLF Armada. Has a ring to it, ja?

But then I arrived at my greatest idea ever ever. In fact, it left me wondering if my apple tree was the same one Newton sat under centuries earlier…. “No!” I said aloud (because you can’t confine ideas like this to thoughts only – they must be expressed). “Why don’t we rent a fifteen-passenger VAN and travel around the country together!!” Think about it guys: we could make peanut butter sandwiches, play musical instruments and board games, sing kumbaya, and maybe even have a CAMPFIRE in the back of a van WHILE driving around the country!! Not to mention the appeal of living out of the back of a van when young children are running around at Disney World... All things considered, if this idea isn’t Mensa-worthy, I don’t know what is.

Okay. Dreams and wishes aside, it would be cool if something like this could happen. I know ideas like this (though not nearly as awesome) have been tossed around since we’ve known each other. And I’ve started to accept that flexibility won’t ever be the same as it once was, but I’m still a believer in the you-make-time-for-what-you-want-to-make-time-for concept. To a point anyway. That’s not meant to call people out; I’m just defending my fantasticality (a sweet word that sounds made-up but isn’t) by pointing out that there are shreds of practicality somewhere in my story. Let’s try to figure something out. The beauty of a road trip, too, is that we could visit the friends that are too good to join in. I like those sorts of built-in guilt-trips.

Okay. That’s all. Just wanted to share my beautiful dream (that Bridget slightly contributed to as well). I hope all’s well with everyone. Please write more, too! – it gives me something to do during the day aside from applying for jobs and watching Days of Our Lives with my mom.

Thanks, fellow readers. Love and kisses.