That phrase means absolutely nothing.
No, don't try to figure it out, I know you are, but stop.
That phrase, really, really meant nothing. Well, maybe there's some subconscious... no I'm not going to entertain any speculation here.
But if I were, I would say it has to do with the off-feeling I'm having thinking about my upcoming move. After delaying even looking for quite a while, suddenly everything's come together and... well, and now things are happening.
That's a bit different than how things have been for the last say 5-6 months, where my life was dominated by my job but otherwise didn't really change. And now it is.
Which raises many questions about to what degree I ought weight my job in my life now, and what of the people at my job, and what of the people outside of my job, and what of all the thoughts and plans I had based on skirting the weight of my job + commute now that the latter is gone...
Yet while previously, the impact of my wondering, to prompt the start of my motions toward actions, which might fizzle out before anything solid materialized, was rather large compared to the average eventful-ness of me just living my life, now compared to the almost auto-unfolding events, my wonderings seem almost idle.
I suppose there's a little fright here. And then there are matters unsettled from the last few months. And then there's a little sadness.
Leaving home, where everyone knew my name and I was always needed, to go to...
but then again, Jersey City does seem to rule.
And so, despite pings of nostalgia I now move forward and face my ch-ch-changes (and here are the lyrics for that song as well)
And just so you don't suspect that I've become any less awesome... let's dance!
5 months ago