Windshield wiper fixed. (For the 20394867638274238th time. We’ll hope it holds up.)
I am thinking myself in circles today.
One thing I decided, that I guess I’ve known for a long time, but that really came to me clearly today in so many words: the biggest mistake I ever made was getting together with Je—- in ’95. The second biggest mistake I ever made was not transferring to another university out of state immediately after she and I broke up.
Everything would be so totally, completely altered in my world if I hadn’t done either one of those things. For the better or for the worse, I don’t know… but both of them ate up years. Lots of years… during which I could have been doing other stuff.
All of my friends, and now even my parents, are telling me that I don’t belong to this culture, that I need to leave this country permanently. Will it really make that big a difference? I tend to think not, but then, what do I know?
Anyway, it’s not like they’re all mentioning the same eventual destinations when they tell me I need to leave. They’re all over the globe. Sounds maybe like you-gotta-get-out-of-here-ness, rather than I-know-a-place-you’d-like-ness.
Maybe I should start thinking Cambridge again? Beh.
It’s all crap. Crap, crap, crap, crap.