New Life

Situations don't seem to vary for me even though I find myself living in some "distant world" I still find lessons and experience to be quite the same. Maybe I need to move to India or something exotic. In a lot of ways I am jealous of Ashley who now feels the freedom to be a globetrotter. I know the value of experience of varied ways of life and maybe I am missing the opportunity that I should be enjoying. Well there is no sense on dwelling on the 'what if's', but it is nice to wonder. While I do long for different experiences that ones I am encountering are ones hat I know I like. I got to go to Vancouver for a weekend and wandered around. I acted like a homeless man and sat on street corners and watched the boot heels shine. I saw the ones with the big wigs that make my economic world turn around, I saw the ones that are pushing culture and the arts ahead until it trickles down to me and I pledge allegiance to some artist, I saw the ones that have no ambition and just want to slip into obscurity, I saw the ones that are dazzled by there own flashiness so much that they can't see past there own glare, and I enjoyed some of those things only big cities can contribute; art gallery's, chess in the park, aquarium's, and fine food. This past weekend I got to experience the thing that delivers the most of this superficial happiness to me; music. I traveled to the land where salmon's have arms and watched people pluck, hit, and vocalize. It was a wonderful long weekend full of hippies from Montreal, people from far-away lands playing peculiar instruments and of course a couple of personal favorites that brought tears to my eyes. While I am still left with the annoying feeling that I have been here before I know I enjoy them so I keep on searching for the things I know. Thanks for reading- Nat

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Travels

I came home today after my shift at work to find that the inside of my camper was covered in sand. I live on the banks of a huge river that flows swiftly and incessantly. The wind picks up of the river and blows sand at my humble abode all day. Constant dusting seems to be necessary or maybe I should listen to Neil when he tells me that a man needs a maid. Times are well- like a Dickens novel. Last night brought friends to my camper- good wine was sipped and laughs were heard. Even though there was reason to be swept up in the moment I still could not help but feel ennui at times gone past. I was reminded of late nights in my old camper where I taught under-age boys to smoke (that's a a tip of the hat to you Sarah). Sigh- those were the days, but my own stupidity glares true because these are the days also and I sometimes I can't enjoy them because of longing. I wonder if this will disappear, will I ever actually not long for what is past.
Not a whole lot new to announce- highlights include going to Salmon Arm soon for a wonderful looking festival, and reading a significant amount, also making new friends and significant memories with them. I am sorry Jordan and Sarah that I will be missing Folk Festival- be sue to have a drink for me. I have the next couple of days off and toyed with the idea of busing back for a 12 hour period and busing back but I must be conservative with my money.I don't really know what the "future" holds but I have realized that it will be me in the future and I will keep on making the stupid mistakes I have made already- so at least I have that to rely on. Any Questions?- Nat