[m.olson]

Today I’m meeting with a broker to (hopefully) get pre-approval for a home loan. It’s pretty terrifying to look at your life in terms of dollar signs and expenditures. This process made me realize just how organized I actually am when it comes to my important documentation (taxes, insurance and bank statements, etc.) I’m really nervous, but also really excited. I’m learning so much and I’ve barely begun!

Wish me luck!

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So this evening I’m touring a house. It’s really adorable and has the potential to be an amazing place to reside. Previously I never imagined owning a house, but with the current market in Fresno and the rent rates (and the career growth/love of my job/new band/etc) it seems like I’ll be sticking around for a little while.

I’m fairly certain if I find a place I can afford and is in a location I like that I’ll be moving in the next few months. I suppose this is a signifier of my growing up? What even? How? Anyway — my plan would be to live there for awhile then let a rental management company take care of getting me tenants whenever I move away/to another place/etc. I guess this is as good a place as any to document my search for my first house.

For the record this is pretty terrifying and weird and in almost all aspects completely unexpected. However, I feel good about it and am pretty excited to be making a solid investment in something that I’ll have for the future.

There are plans for a trampoline in a yard under a tree as well as an amazing hammock. So, that’s something.

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All I’ve ever been striving for is a really good story. I live my life and make my decisions based off my ability to remember the things I’ve done. I want my life to be something interesting enough to be documented, written down, remembered. Isn’t that all anyone wants? Enough good stories to feel like they really lived? All my life is when I’m gone is a story, and I don’t want it to be something cast to the wind…

I try things. Sometimes I fail. I trust in people who sometimes I’m warned not to, but honestly, those people are the ones I end up keeping around the longest and end up trusting the most.

I make mistakes, I may say no to some stories and some stories may have said no to me, but I keep going and keep writing things down. Nothing is more important to me than that. This is now and I’m busy crafting a tale that I can be proud of, that I would want to share were someone interested in listening.

I want to be better, I want to stay hopeful, I want to travel and explore. I want to meet new people, I want to listen to the weather, I want to fall asleep in new places and wake up every day with wonder. Why would I ever want it to be any different?

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It might be this music.

It might be this shirt.

It might be these photographs.

It could be all these things.

It could be none;

there’s no way to be certain.

[Why don’t I sleep any longer?]

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it’s simple math.

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PROXIMITY

Where items are placed in relation to each other is another important gestalt consideration. Proximity relationships will generally dominate over similarity relationships. The strongest control is available when the two are used together.

There are four specific types of proximity relationships that will be studied in this lesson: close edge, touch, overlap and combining.

So similar and proximal. Is half better than none? Probably. I just can’t help but get the sense that the asymptote reference is also fitting in this situation. Never touching. Similar things, symmetrical things, mirror images hurtling through space toward each other only to never be close enough. I hope I’m wrong. I just can’t help but be cynical. I’m not a penguin for crying out loud.

I’m really not a penguin, which is actually a pretty upsetting realization if you think about it.

[this post is from the fall of 2009. I re-read it looking for an old photo this morning and I really felt like this is all entirely applicable still.]

Watching a silent city out an open window and eating otter pops was one of the major highlights of my weekend. When did I stop slowing down and just looking, just listening and just being? I need more nights like that one.

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I’m still not sure why, but my G-d I hope that look on your face was real: so humble and sincere. Your face told me clearly that your only goal was to make me smile, to bring me joy for even one moment.

Still, there has to be a reason they were balloons, right?

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it’s important to remember that the world still has the potential to surprise, amaze and excite me. people are still amazing things, and some are full of wonder, hope and interesting stories.

[keep listening. keep pushing against the ordinary. keep swimming. THIS IS WATER.]

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