Job offers are comical. Especially when there's doubt, but there's always doubt. I already like the rolling hills and the rivers even though it's cold as hell here right now. That's quite alright...in two weeks I'll be settled in a place much, much warmer. Too much thought has been given to not returning from Costa Rica. I have already blueprinted a legitimate plan in my head of how I would situate my life back in the States should I choose to go all Darwin and hop the hypothetical Beagle for an indefinite expedition. It's actually quite scary and perfectly exciting. I could make the colones.
I'm promising myself a few things. I hope to hold myself to these promises. While I furlough a few ideals long enough to have a plan established, I'm keeping them warm on the backburner. Everybody needs a plan. And a speech. You never know when you'll need a speech. I'm surrounded by hipsters...which is great...they're a funny breed...but I like it...because nobody will look at me strange when I go all weird. I liked saying good-bye to the Neon City. It was strange, but appropriate. This town is stunningly affable. I think we are going to get along very well. I see it being a long and passionate matinee love-affair. I assign nothing to expectations.
I like staring uncertainty in the face to see who blinks first. It's unsettling. It's terrific. And it's maddening. I'm happy.
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