Lucy

My favorite honorary human being doing her favorite activity.

Tape this to your bathroom mirror...(that stuff I didn't write)

I'm sticking to this blog thing. I composed some thoughts of mine, but then I made the mistake of reading them, whereupon I came to the conclusion that no one should ever, ever do that again. I'll get there, but, for now, a few bits from another that I find particularly motivating (and comforting). I really like Ayn Rand and since this blog has TWELVE followers now, I figure there's no one better than me to shine some light on her excellent work. I expect she'll be catapulting into the minds of the masses in a matter of days. Ok, maybe she's already there, but if you haven't read her, I recommend you do.



Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours. ---Atlas Shrugged

The dawn of my ex-ex-pat life.

Wow, so it’s been a month since I left Saigon. I can’t say time flew by. For the most part, it was laboriously boring. Lots of “woe is me” moments regarding my broken car, lack of non-parental housing and absolute absence of anything “real” to do with my time. Self-pity aside, time certainly didn’t stand still either. It feels like yesterday (or maybe two hours ago) that I was getting up to my usual tricks in the Ho. Those damn months--they seem to pass so slowly but then, all of a sudden, they’re gone. What can I say about the 18 calendar squares I spent in Saigon? Life changing, life making, great people, good food. It sounds so hollow when I try to explain how that frenetic, far away place romanced me. You just can’t explain love.

And so, I reignite my long-lost blog… While Saigon is my past, for now, it will always occupy a sunny corner of my mind. Who knows where I’m headed, but, God, I sure am grateful for where I’m coming from.