Today – the last weekend remaining in
October before Halloween – marks the five year milestone since I
first traveled to Moscow, ID, to scout out the U of I campus and
finalize my decision. Whether I was to return to college at the ripe
old age of 26 or not needed serious consideration in its own right,
not even speaking to the details like living 300 miles to the North,
leaving a band, a business, a home, a cat, a girlfriend and really my entire life behind
to go attempt something I never wanted to do in the first place. Yet
now, here I sit, typing up what amounted to a passing thought last
night, in my private apartment in downtown Bangkok, for a travel blog
inspired by an exchange program upon which I was able to capitalize,
through the college of Art and Architecture at U of I, a mere
semester and a half away from obtaining a degree in a field I never
could have imagined. Quite honestly, it's hard for me to pinpoint
what drove me to this line of study, but I distinctly remember
having a day toward the beginning of my second semester in Moscow
where I was slapped in the face with the reality that I really needed
to be headed down the road on which I now find myself.
Innumerable hours upon weeks of program
layout analysis, structural bending theory and shear/moment diagram
problems, finding reactions, generating piles of trace and marker
just to throw away every idea for the day, twiddling with AutoCad
laser cut layouts, burying my head in architectural history books and
on and on an on, I now find myself heading up the task of designing
the structural framework and roofing system for a to-be-built
community center in the Huay Kwang district of Bangkok.
It's been one hell of a five-year ride, and it's not quite through yet. Soon I'll be joined by a long time accomplice, we'll find ourselves somewhere between the Malaysian peninsula and the island of Borneo, I'll be taking my parents to Angkor Wat, I'll be doing I-have-no-idea-what with my time left between graduation and running out of money, and yet still, sometimes I think “holy shit, it'll be nice to get back to Boise.”
Sometimes a dude just wants to wake up with his cat laying on his chest, play some riffs or grab an ale with friends.
It's been one hell of a five-year ride, and it's not quite through yet. Soon I'll be joined by a long time accomplice, we'll find ourselves somewhere between the Malaysian peninsula and the island of Borneo, I'll be taking my parents to Angkor Wat, I'll be doing I-have-no-idea-what with my time left between graduation and running out of money, and yet still, sometimes I think “holy shit, it'll be nice to get back to Boise.”
Sometimes a dude just wants to wake up with his cat laying on his chest, play some riffs or grab an ale with friends.
That said, I'll gladly settle for this
half of the planet until that time comes. Also, Five-Year Ride would be a terrible band name.
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