What a topsy-turvy week. Being constantly on the move suits me. Barely sleeping, drinking too much, riding and singing in the car day and night and eating nothing but fried food made me feel more alive than I've felt in months being stuck in Los Angeles. I find nothing poetic about the crowded concrete jungle, congesting, suffocating crowds, and interminable traffic. Give me trees, mountains, sights I've never seen before and the endless road.
The wedding was a riot. I can't believe that I have finally gotten to that place where I WANT to be with my parents, to hang out with them and talk with them but despite familial drama, they have become my closest confidants. Kansas City was a town that I judged too harshly, a blind date who through careful persuasion, won me over. Fountains adorned with graceful, elegant statues marked every street corner which gave me a slight pang because it reminded me of Rome. The reception was a blur of martinis, tears, drunken adults, and little boys doing the worm on the dance floor. There was a "nice boy"...rather two "nice boys" who were competing for my attention which was flattering but nonetheless somewhat frustrating in that I just wanted to dance for the sake of dancing, not to attract hungry males.
I walked around Kansas City alone for awhile, absorbing and exploring the city. I underestimated the Midwest. This town is conspicuously charming.
This spontaneity and impulsiveness will have to end sooner or later. I have an interview tomorrow with Smith Barney for a position as a liaison for municipal bonds. As much as I know this position holds financial freedom, and the promise of exercising my strengths, I can't help feeling like I'm staring down the barrel of a gun.
This is the first day
of the rest of my life.
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