2025’s gettin’ real, yo

I’ve just spent the morning thinking/pleasantly-inadvertently-manifesting the next bits of my life into the more-than-possible-border-line-eventual.  What do I mean by all of this hyphenated vagueness?  I sat at the laundromat (without my phone because I forgot to put it in my fluffy satchel) just resting in my own mind, marvelling at the running toilet of consciousness that it is and hoping that things can keep going in a way that feels amazing.

When I got home and put all of my clothes away and got all of that squared away I hopped on to talk to Shannon.  She’s eager/excited to have me come down to for a visit (well, she’s eager/excited for us to be in close proximity, she’ll be up here eventually but there’s means to make it happen sooner and more proactively on my part).  So we’ve found a good set of flights that will give us four days to hang out, and most of that time there’ll be no roommates boggin’ up the joint, for whatever her pointing that out means.  I think this is how it’s going to happen, and I’m ridiculously excited to spend some time with a person with whom I know I have super-good chemistry and whom I haven’t seen since high school (when the tumor in my head was probably the size of a peach because she remembers me having headaches and keeping my head down so I didn’t hurl at the table that we shared with our other friends).  So getting to see her as this self-updating Jake 2.0.however-many-other-iterations-I’ve-lost-count-I’m-evolving-constantly will be something noteworthy (in my opinion).

The trip I’m talking about would be from February 11th to February 15th, which is a good little chunk of time for two old friends to see what’s what with each other now that they’ve both been put through the wringer as far as relationships go.  And it’s just a few states south, so it’s like taking the bus but in the sky, just like the flight I took out to see the relatives on my mom’s side not-too-long-ago.

I’m calm, cool, and totally collected, but also ludicrously excited about all of it because it actually feels like I’m taking charge of turning my life back into something that will make me feel good.  I’m often a dichotomy like that.