Yes, for those of you wondering... That is an Evita reference. I may or may have not spent a significant portion of Saturday night watching clips from one of my favorite films of all time. At the ripe age of 25, I am finding myself being pulled more and more to my roots. I don't mean that in the HBO series type of way, but more so that I want to go to Argentina and see the places that my grandmother had tea, visit the Casa Rosada where my grandfather worked, and see the BA that is so deeply ingrained in my family’s culture. Naturally, as gas prices soar with the world and more importantly our nation realizing that we are not living a sustainable lifestyle I am frightened to think that I may not be able to fly home soon... Let alone fly to Argentina. Furthermore, I struggle to think that once I go I will not want to return to this life.
As I explore my life goals and attempt to walk down a few different career paths, I am really trying to see what it is that I am passionate about at the end of each road. That is hard when your life work involves being constantly reminded that things are getting worse, people know so little, and one problem has no simple solution. Instead, as I bury myself deeper in current events and understand more and more about the issues at hand I realize how impossible resolution is. Changing the world has such a nice ring to it, but it takes a patient, strong, and persevering soul to stand the day-to-day. While patience has never been a strong point, I would like to think I have those qualities. At the end of the day, those who know me the most that in reality I am motivated by the sheer delight that pantsuits bring to my life. Oddly enough, now that I wear them everyday I find myself resorting to what I like to call “my Saturday outfit” pretty much every time that I do not have to be seen. Patagonia running tights, Capilene, Pack Rat Power Stretch, beanie, and running shoes. I know this seems college student esque, but I live in Portland. I am practically the coolest thing since Portlandia in that get up. It also seriously cuts back on changing time. Efficiency is key when you are on the verge of extinction.
Turns out this year we will have a spring in the great Northwest. I am skeptical. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Arkansas is living it up in the lap of luxury with its beautiful weather. I hope you all get the plague.
I figured after starting this with every intention of keeping my 5 followers up to date on Ali events a good 8 months was probably enough time to keep you on the edge of your seats. I am still a card carrying member of the LGBTQLMNOP community, I am not president, but I do work for probably the coolest Governor in the US. I am still running a lot (both in the physical and emotional sense), I still miss my crew back home deeply, yet I feel like for many reasons I will not be going home for quite some time (unless partaking in secret underground railroad trips). I still want a puppy, but I have taken a new appreciation for population control and no longer enjoy babies. I think that is it for now.
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