Purgatory

The speed with which one can travel across oceans and continents these days can leave one feel discordant and dissonant. This disorientation is only heightened when it is an involuntary move away from "home" and away from one's real life.

Yes, I have landed in the dry and dusty Arabian desert. My previous life now seems a blur that ebbs away the more I settle into life here. With every move I wash away the finely etched lines of what had seemed to me my real life, and every effort to live here seems like a negation of the latter.

Unpacked I have not. That will require an effort of will I do not yet posess. I can see still the streets of Boston, with every hour I can imagine what might be happening there. Unpacking would mean acquiesence to a life here. In the more irrational moments, unpacking seems like a wilful rejection of that previous life.

Even my body is still reeling. A 24 hour journey with only three hours of sleep, and a seven hour time difference has left me with some serious jet lag. The body too hangs in the balance between the Atlantic Ocean and the Persian Gulf.

It seems to me that it should be summertime here, since I have only been here during the summer for the last eight years. But, its October. The days flow like molasses on a winter morning. Slowly.

It seems then, that I am suspended in a secular, worldly purgatory. My body resides here, while my heart and soul long for there.

Post LSAT, pre-departure haze

Yes, the LSAT has been taken. What a slog-fest. I have newfound freedom: unemployed and no frightening exam to take. Of course, that doesn't mean I haven't been running around like a headless chicken imploring various embassies to grant me transit visas just so I can fly through their national airports. Max Weber seems more on the mark each day.

At least I am getting to enjoy some early fall. Spent the weekend in Western Mass. Leaves are indeed turning, especially along the Pike. Northampton was bliss, as always. Funny I like it so much now, seeing what I thought of it my first year there. Beginning to think I could live in Western Mass. Just close enough to Boston to not be completely isolated, and far away enough to not be so "city". Had to catch myself a few times from being alarmed when people smiled when they caught my eye on the street. Didn't know I had become such an urban child. I am done with the city, however. This is why Ann Arbor seems like such an interesting prospect right now. Hmm. Time will tell, I guess, where I end up. The LSAT is over, but applications are just beginning. The ego is once again, on the line, though this time, I am not afraid to take my shots. What's the worst that could happen?

What else?? TV is back :) Grey's Anatomy for a while, and LOST as soon as certain other people are all caught up on the last two seasons. Gonna go see Jon tomorrow. Yes, that Jon. We're having coffee :) My senior banquet prophecy has finally come true ;)
And, I have a new George album. Now all I need is a good book...and the ability to stay in a country of my choice as long as I like!

And, for those wondering, I think "real life" might have finally cured me of my Pats addiction. A little irked with them right now anyway. I might actually sit this season out. This task is of course easier because they do not beam Pats games over to where I'm going. Imagine that?

Not enjoying this growing up.