Should I move to Seattle?

Since my move to Chicago about eight months ago, I've managed to sling about 10,000 drinks at people who probably didn't need them, hold down an unpaid internship (and come out completely fruitless maybe even less talented), go out to dinner 6 out of the 7 nights a week, and achieve more consecutive noon sleep-ins than most people will probably have in their whole life. And may I just say, it has been very fulfilling.

I say this all the time, but I'm pretty sure I caught this "lazy bug" in France. Blame France right, or is it Canada? Let's blame French Canada for a compromise. I used to be a very productive student at the University of Nebraska (that's probably an oxymoron) who felt frequent anxiety when there wasn't anything to do. Then I decided to go to France (the South mind you...think Mediterranean, blue chairs lining the street, 2 hour lunches with encouraged wine consumption) for a semester in 2004 (yeah that's right, I've been lazy since then). After my return to the States, I haven't been able to muster up any kind of desire to join the "rat race." (Whenever I use that phrase, I hear this crazy French man that I met in the city singing the Bob Marley song at the top of his lungs outside Tempo at 4 a.m. He was really trying to bring his point home about how lost Americans are in a sea of their own making).

My sister tells me that it's a leisure life. I agree with her because I care about my image. But really, it may be time for me to do something. The sense of urgency isn't there but maybe I can create something artificial. I used to want to be rich. Then I realized that I don't want to do any of those jobs that make you rich because well, as I've been saying, I don't really like to work.

Recently I visited my sister in Seattle and really enjoyed it (picture above is at Lake Serene outside of Seattle). The outdoor lifestyle really suites me and I really think there is something to say about being near the ocean. Even if you don't see it, just knowing it's there seems to make me feel better. So I'm thinking, maybe I'll move to Seattle. Hopefully if and when I move there I'm not thinking, maybe I'll move to California, or Hawaii, or Alaska. Is it unhealthy to move ever 6-8 months? Psychology would probably say I'm afraid of finding my purpose so I'm seeking change to occupy my time and procrastinate my future. I say there is nothing more invigorating than lifting insanely heavy amounts of shit that I had forgotten I bought.

Well welcome to my blog. If you choose to check up and read some of my posts, prepare yourself for a journey through a thoughtful mind of thoughtless material. It seems that my life is queuing in a line and I don't know what it leads to...maybe it's for free Frosties, hopefully.


My sister, Liz, killing a 5.9 lead climb with nine clips! The route was called "Ride 'em cowboy" and if my camera battery hadn't run out you would have seen why. Let's just say that straddling was a helpful skill.


Liz and I on the beach in Discovery Park. Love that laughing cow cheese!

By the way, I apologize for the massive amount of parenthesis I will be using. I'm a big fan.

Until next time,

D.Riggs

Small Thing: The "el" trains in Chicago have recorded speakers that announce, "This is [name of street]." Much to the delight of my friend Michelle and I, the Red Line has a stop named "Grand."


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