Questions with no answers....

....should not be allowed.


Why do some strangers have a stronger impact on your life than others?
Why is it that with some people, you remember almost every word they've ever said to you?
How can certain songs carry so many strong memories?
Why is it that no matter how hard you try, there is no way to completely remove some people from your life?
Why is it sometimes so complicated to take the simplest route?

No question is so difficult to answer as that
which the answer is obvious.
-George Bernard Shaw

Random thoughts.

So, one trip down the stairs, 11 screws, one metal plate, and 2 months later, I'm starting to walk again. I have a big plan to go shopping this week for some shoes that will fit over my once-size-9 left foot so I can start walking outside more. It's very exciting to be able to walk with the assistance of only one crutch, leaving my other hand to be able to carry things. Something as simple as carrying your own glass of water can be incredibly fulfilling.

I'm seriously considering hiring a personal trainer at the gym to help me get back(....) in to shape, so I don't end up re-injuring this retarded ankle. Especially considering my McDreamy-wanna-be orthopedics doc won't get me in to physical therapy for another 3 weeks. Come on folks.

I have two years to graduate college (now that I'm 21...), save up $10,000, and lose x amount of lbs. Two years may seem like a long time, but it goes by reaally quickly. That is my deadline. I'm not entirely sure how feasible it's going to be to graduate college AND save $10,000, but hey. I figured yesterday that simply living at home for the next 2 years will save me just about $7,000. Europe, here I come!

In closing, I would like to leave you with an important term and definition...

Facebook (n.): yet another facet of life that enhances awareness of one's state of being single.

From the crutch to the cane to the highwire

"Nothing is more desirable than to be released from an
affliction, but nothing is more frightening than
to be divested of a crutch." - James Baldwin

So lately I've been thinking about independence. Boggles the mind why, given the facts: Friday was good old America Day, better known as the 4th of July; my leg is freshly liberated from its immobile status dictated by one green [tyrannical] cast; and I have regressed back to the time in life where I first learned how to walk. Except this time, I'm way less cute, and have a much greater distance to fall if gravity decides to stick it to me.

I have a 9-month old nephew who learned how to crawl this week. This morning, he managed to crawl out of my sister's room all the way down the hall and fall down the first set of stairs in their split-level staircase. He's still essentially made of rubber, as babies are, so he was totally fine apart from being a little scared. However, he was powerless to actually get back up the stairs. He couldn't just stand up and walk himself back to where he started. He was essentially helpless. He can eat food by himself, but he can't prepare it. And he sure can't walk.

I never thought I'd have so much in common with a 9-month old baby boy. He is basically the most adorable thing in the world, so maybe it's not so bad to have so much in common.

So what can I do, you ask? I can blog.

Travelisms

"If you look like your passport photo, you're too ill to travel." -- Will Kommen

"Don't tell me how educated you are, tell me how much you have traveled." — Mohammed

"Traveling tends to magnify all human emotions." — Peter Hoeg

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” - St. Augustine

“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things - air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” - Cesare Pavese

And my favorite:

“The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.” - Rudyard Kipling