#Occupants at the cul de sac = 1 (again)

Listening to Nikka Costa - Everybody got their something

I just watched (now listening to The Killers - Mr. Brightside) L'Auberge espagnole. I thought the movie was a little lukewarm, except for the last scene. *Spoiler Note - I talk about the ending! Look away if you plan on watching this movie and haven't done so already.* That last scene, where he bolts in the face of the souless, gut-wrenching corporate humour captures how I have been feeling about this place very succinctly. If I had the courage/ability/privilege to haul ass out of this place, I would be out sooner than anyone could say Jack Robinson! I was not meant for a dry, grey, structured existence. Its not me! I am a bohemian in my own little repressed, conservatively brought up way. My spirit shall not be happy in a land where dress-codes, superficiality, deceit and negativity rule.

I know my dream of backpacking across the world will come true! I am looking forward to days when money shall be a non-issue, and the only concern in life will be what country to traipse off to next. Viva la bohemia!!!

My friends visited this weekend. They are awesome. We had a lot of fun. I was happy here, again. They have left now, but they've left me a little stronger. I am resolved that this place will not break me. I have a book I am reading, Blockbuster, a physically exhausting yet exhilarating martial arts class to look forward to and my life to get back into order. I am ready to control the demons of my mind and intend to face every challenge thrown my way with equanimity.