Proof: You Try Keeping it Straight

Sometimes, you just have to let some things go. For example, the entry that was to be published a week ago called "How to Write a Eulogy." It detailed my 7 hour drive to Denver with my sister, brother-in-law and their screaming baby; writing a eulogy for my beautiful grandmother's memorial service; and the impromptu family reunion that induced because of that memorial service. I think I just wrote myself out with the eulogy. Eulogies...are rough. Not only do you have to latch onto everything you remember about the person, but you have to remember everybody else's memory of her as well. Not to mention, you have to somehow make your words eloquent and beautiful enough to represent the person your talking about. Anyway, let that blog entry rest where it is for now.

I'm still in Albuquerque, and I've been slacking a bit on the writing. In the Black Hole, I spent all my time in coffee shops. Here, I spend all my time watching the National Geographic Channel, searching for Harry Potter interviews on YouTube, and reading articles on the changing publishing industry. Basically, I've been totally nerding out all day, then I play with my 10-month-old nephew in the evenings. Exciting, right?

I got new tires for my car today. Here's part of my conversation with the tire guy...

Tire Guy: So you living here now?

Me: No, I'm just visiting my sister.

Tire Guy: I was wondering...with your Oregon address and your Texas plates.

Me: Yeah...I don't really live anywhere at the moment.

**Awkward pause** 

Me: I mean...I go to school...I just finished school in Texas.

Tire Guy: Oh yeah? What now?

Me: I'm trying to figure that out right now. 

(This would have been the opportune moment to throw Alaska into the mix...just for fun.)
 

So, it turns out...I'm not the only one confused by my state of being. Tire Guy is confused as well, and he had it all written down on paper for him. I, on the other hand, have to remember that my (not so) "permanent address" is in Oregon, my stuff is in storage in North Texas, I'm from the Black Hole, I'm temporarily visiting New Mexico, I'm moving to Alaska in a year, and I live in Honda Civic. You try and remember all that. I suppose I should be grateful though. Only a few years ago, I had three addresses in Dallas, Sherman, and South Africa...none of which were "permanent." Not to mention my stuff was sprawled through 2 storage units in the Black Hole, my closet in South Africa, and my dorm room at school. 

That long list of locations is basically me proving to you how nomadic my life actually is.

You would think by the age of 22, I'd be able to fill out paperwork with out calling my mom...but you try doing it. Hell, I can't even remember I'm a college graduate and not just on vacation. Also, I'm pretty sure "Honda Civic" doesn't count as an address on forms.

I'm not complaining. I'm moving on from Albuquerque tomorrow, and I couldn't be happier that my life is so carefree at the moment. I mean, the next time I'll be able to live like this is when I retire, and that's if I actually get to retire, seeing as how I want to be a writer and all. Aside from attempting to fill out paperwork, the worst part about being constantly moving and living in Honda Civic...is the packing. I will never learn to love living out of a suitcase. But I suppose, I'll take the bad with the fantastic.

Until the next stop...