It turns out the edges of things aren’t fitting together as they’d seemed to at first. My housing up north has fallen through, unexpectedly & irrevocably. A good chunk of the work I was hoping to do has fizzled to nothing. And I am starting to very seriously wonder if forcing this little pipe-dream of a trip is really the best thing after all. I’ve spent the last few days canvassing friends, acquaintances & craigslist for viable housing options, but so far nothing workable is on the table. One thing that this has helped make clear is that I am looking at this time up north not only as a time to reconnect and work and learn, but also to have some space to myself to reflect and write and dig into what about Alaska and Fairbanks is so compelling for me and why. To get a good deep drink of the cold water before heading back into the desert for a while.
So I am continuing to spin my wheels, hoping for some purchase. And in the mean time, I’m coming up with alternate plans of what this fall might look like if I stay in Iowa for the duration. Either way, there is graduate school in February, a solid marker in an otherwise murky future.
Last week, I got this fortune after a fantastic Thai meal in Des Moines.
Not one to take fortunes too seriously, I nevertheless found myself latching onto its message. Even if it just means a trip out west to see friends and the ocean and a loop back to the corn and soybeans, I think a change of location of some stripe or another is definitely in order.
entelechyproject 