I haven't had a serious blog post in a while, and by serious, I mean a blog post into which I put an exorbitant amount of time and thought, not one that is serious in content. But this blog post will probably end up being more of the latter than the former.
I've had geography on my mind lately. I've always excelled in geography. As a kid I loved studying maps and reading the atlas. In college (I say that like it was so long ago, like I'm so grown up now -- hardly the case at all) the physical geography class I took at MCC was simultaneously one of my favorite, easiest, and most rewarding classes (granted, the teacher was responsible for a great deal of that, but still). Geography has always interested me and it's always come easily.
But for something that I've been able to understand completely with little or no effort in a theoretical setting, I just can't seem to grasp it in a practical sense. I just can't understand why I get so hung up on location, as if there is always somewhere else I'd rather be.
Normally I'd apologize for being so vague but I don't feel an apology is necessary because my life right now is so full of vagaries (I love that word). But while so many frayed loose ends are tangled and unmanageable, I've got the important things battened down; they're not going anywhere even if I do.