noelleprice (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} noelleprice) wrote,@ 2007-05-21 13:31:00 |
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What were we talking about again???
So... as those of you who have been paying attention will have noticed, the story of my life as a Habitat construction supervisor and wanna-be New Orleanian kinda fell off a cliff there somewhere along the way. I could fairly legitimately blame it on the fact that beginning somewhere in the vicinity of September, I took an official (and thus more demanding) job with Habitat, started dating again for the first time in about a hundred years, became a fairly rabid Saints fan, lost easy access to the Internet, and hosted a fairly steady stream of out-of-state family and friends that lasted up until the New Year. While I'm sure all these things had something to do with it, I don't think that's really the story here. There simply seems to be an immutable Noelle law that has governed my journal writing (or lack thereof) throughout my whole life: without exception, the only times I have ever managed to string together two or more entries within a one- month period have been when I've been on a trip. A quick perusal of the archives of this journal will confirm that, but it goes much further back. To India, to Alaska, to the road trip I took to Seattle with my brother and my dad when I was 9. (I still have that journal -it's pretty funny. That's when I learned how to write stuff that rhymed by writing limericks. As you can perhaps imagine, I was somewhat unfettered by the usual limits placed on the number of syllables that each line of a limerick is to contain...)
Anyway, I think that's what happened. Somewhere along the line, my time in Louisiana stopped feeling so much like a "trip", and started to feel a bit more like... well... you know... "life". But still, I do hate not to finish what I start, and there are a few more entries I'd like to include by way of closing this chapter of my time with ESTHFH, July 2006 - June 2007.
Maybe I'm doing this now because it's the first time I've really had a chance. But more likely, I think it's because I'm now on another trip, taking a sabbatical before one last stint with Habitat to help out with a massive short-term build in the middle of June. Right now, I am writing to you seated at a wooden patio table in front of a house within earshot of the Pacific in the town of Samara on the Nicoya Peninsula of Costa Rica. So why am I not journalling about _that_? Well, let me summarize: it's ridiculously beautiful, and an excellent place to learn Spanish. I'm not going to go into details because those of you who don't have room in your plans or finances to take a trip here soon shouldn't be made to suffer, and those of you who do plan to come here will do much better to see for yourselves. However, since a couple of you have asked for pics, I'll send you one each of beach and mountains as I prepare to dip into the well of Louisiana life for a couple more entries...
So... as those of you who have been paying attention will have noticed, the story of my life as a Habitat construction supervisor and wanna-be New Orleanian kinda fell off a cliff there somewhere along the way. I could fairly legitimately blame it on the fact that beginning somewhere in the vicinity of September, I took an official (and thus more demanding) job with Habitat, started dating again for the first time in about a hundred years, became a fairly rabid Saints fan, lost easy access to the Internet, and hosted a fairly steady stream of out-of-state family and friends that lasted up until the New Year. While I'm sure all these things had something to do with it, I don't think that's really the story here. There simply seems to be an immutable Noelle law that has governed my journal writing (or lack thereof) throughout my whole life: without exception, the only times I have ever managed to string together two or more entries within a one- month period have been when I've been on a trip. A quick perusal of the archives of this journal will confirm that, but it goes much further back. To India, to Alaska, to the road trip I took to Seattle with my brother and my dad when I was 9. (I still have that journal -it's pretty funny. That's when I learned how to write stuff that rhymed by writing limericks. As you can perhaps imagine, I was somewhat unfettered by the usual limits placed on the number of syllables that each line of a limerick is to contain...) Anyway, I think that's what happened. Somewhere along the line, my time in Louisiana stopped feeling so much like a "trip", and started to feel a bit more like... well... you know... "life". But still, I do hate not to finish what I start, and there are a few more entries I'd like to include by way of closing this chapter of my time with ESTHFH, July 2006 - June 2007.
Maybe I'm doing this now because it's the first time I've really had a chance. But more likely, I think it's because I'm now on another trip, taking a sabbatical before one last stint with Habitat to help out with a massive short-term build in the middle of June. Right now, I am writing to you seated at a wooden patio table in front of a house within earshot of the Pacific in the town of Samara on the Nicoya Peninsula of Costa Rica. So why am I not journalling about _that_? Well, let me summarize: it's ridiculously beautiful, and an excellent place to learn Spanish. I'm not going to go into details because those of you who don't have room in your plans or finances to take a trip here soon shouldn't be made to suffer, and those of you who do plan to come here will do much better to see for yourselves. However, since a couple of you have asked for pics, I'll send you one each of beach and mountains as I prepare to dip into the well of Louisiana life for a couple more entries...
