Hands+Feet+Rocks=’s...

Regardless of the sickness, I have the overwhelming sense of craziness that has not diminished although things seem to be getting better. A new place to live with the prospects of soon getting Crusty, saving money to hopefully leave the country, and I still have someone that is willing to share all these things with me. I have also come up on my one year anniversary with rock climbing so in celebration of all the bad times and the better times I intend on going to the place where it all began once I get over this stinking stomach bug. I feel as though this life is frivolous in the here and now but has the prospects of becoming what I would consider a more meaningful life. In this regard, climbing seems to represent in many ways the metaphor that has been reoccurring throughout my life. It started shitty and still is but for some reason I still surprise myself. There are good days and then there are bad ones but it still poses an interesting and disgusting lesson.