I've been watching a home in South Pasadena for more than a week now. It is kind of giving me a taste of what it would be like to live by myself. I'm liking many of the aspects of the solitary life: free rent, music as loud as I want, and I can leave my bike in the living room.
Being away from my room means that my Peru photos are just sitting there on the hard drive, waiting for me to pay attention to them. It means a lot of things are on hold. I'm finding out how people who live on their own never seem to find time to do everything that they would want to.
It is difficult to imagine that in less than a week I’ll be on my way to San Francisco for Aids Walk 2005. Shortly thereafter, I’ll be registering for another semester of school, and getting the last year of my bachelor's degree underway.
I really need to make a big list of things to do so I can do better things than sit and read a book and listen to music for four hours like I did earlier today. But it was nice to relax for once. I'll be back on my bike on my way to work in a few hours, and with no more butt pains, it promises to be fun. I'm thinking I may go off on a bit of an adventure after work if I’m not dead tired by then.
