good life

I have been listening to this song a lot since my trip to Montreal. I really think I need to travel more often. Sure, I can't afford it, but I am starting to subscribe to a different financial mindset these days. I'm going to be broke for years, anyway, what's a couple extra thousand in travel expenses when added to a gigantic pile of debt? Completely irresponsible, I know, and I will of course have to travel as cheaply as possible. And not nearly as often as I'd like..

I'm also quite aware that everyone, particularly my family, will think that I should be getting married and having babies. However, I will be doing neither of those things, possibly ever, so they might as well stop holding onto their delusions now. As far as my irresponsibility goes, I think that I am not willing to be 65 years old (optimistic) and attempt to retire and travel then. Perhaps it's the stories I hear from the 50-60 year old age group in the hospital with chronic health issues that crept up on them more quickly than retirement. "Wish I'd done (insert something awesome) while I still could...", etc. I don't want to be that person. Given the fact that my body is already a bit of a disaster waiting to happen, I can only assume things aren't going to improve greatly with age.

The truth is school is certainly going to limit my ability to travel anyway, especially in the next while. So, I will take off at the end of August for a week.... still can't decide where, but I want to pick somewhere that I can do things that are mostly free. I think this sort of rules Boston out, but we'll see.

Went to the beach yesterday and my shoulders are a little on the pink side. It's peculiar because now I can't stop pondering the inflammatory response and the reaction the body has to any type of burn covering a large skin surface. Thanks a lot, nursing education.

I still can't bring myself to go back to facebook. While some people have clearly indicated they'd prefer I come back, the truth is I have heard from perhaps two or three of these people requesting e-mail or phone contact numbers. I don't know exactly what that indicates, but I'm not running back to my faux social network just yet.