Fourteen days straight…
Published 19 July 2004
Hi! You've stumbled upon a blog post by a guy named Ryan. I'm not that guy anymore, but I've left his posts around because cool URIs don't change and to remind me how much I've learned and grown over time.
Ryan was a well-meaning but naïve and priviledged person. His views don't necessarily represent the views of anyone.
…and still kicking. It's been rough travelling back and forth between Alma and Livonia for the past two weeks, but I think it's going to pay off. Worked sixty hours this week, and after getting home at 12:15 Saturday night, a Manhattan ensured I was asleep well before one.
I have abandoned my star-struck, hopeless romantic illusion. Only in hindsight does it seem foolish and nieve to think an amazing week could keep someone interested who's three-thousand miles distant, especially as I was turning my back on the who has stood by me through everything—even rejection—and was my only support when through the ennui that graduation created. That was a long sentance. But God seems to have pushed a hand through the clouds to slap me until I was seeing straight, and things seem to be falling into place.
In spite of need for WA and my nomadic lifestyle, life has reached a semblance of…happy.