the contiuum

The Goonies Rocks
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Bangkok to Hong Kong to Los Angeles to San Diego to Tahoe to Hood... going east to west gives the best jet lag. and when i say best, i mean worst. i used to not suffer jet lag, but clearly i'm not getting any younger. "home" is a concept that i think most people understand in a different way than i do. since i've been 12, the longest consecutive time i've spent in 1 place is 6 months (except for 2001 when i was in san diego for 8). i'm not trying to go into the cliched philosophical discussion of what 'home' is, but i'm pretty sure i don't have the same understanding as most people. maybe it's my nature. i can say that i haven't yet ever missed 'home'. i do miss things from california, though. like freeway driving (although the autobahn cannot be beat), mexican food, surfing beach breaks. reef break perfection is cool, and call it wabi-sabi, but i enjoy the imperfection in california waves. and, i'm often in the mood for surfing without health consequences like bouncing off a coral bed. i don't miss how crowded california is. i suppose a lot of people like the security of having a headquarters. a place to return to that is their domain. i know this feeling and sometimes it's good. walking into certain houses is like walking back into a certain life. the singer's in tahoe, griz's in hood, bill's old house in poway. while i like having my own space, i feel that a permanent home is something that ties me down. for me, the question isn't ever 'when' am i gonna go as it's more 'where'. i'm gonna go. i'm gonna follow my bliss. although i know 1 day it will end, i don't see myself ever not traveling. "i think you are like this" says marisa. sleeping on a train in thailand, in a truck in a costa rican jungle, waking up to the sound of waves on kauai, listening to the snow fall in tahoe. sipping coffee in copenhagen, partying in stuttgart, cruising the museums in london, walking the coast in kaikoura. 20 hours of sun in olso, riding the ferry in auckland, eating asian food in melbourne. sailing to catalina island, hiking the kalalau, drinking sangria in barcelona. distracted by a seahorse in indo, sleeping on a bus in vietnam, dry powder in japan. what is home?

i understand routine and how it's comforting. but going somewhere i haven't been to before has always, and probably will always be an attraction to me. while in hood, i took a day to check out the goonies rocks at cannon beach, or. the drive was a couple hours, and the pizzle was playing some soulja boy, odb, spandau ballet, penguin cafe orchestra, m.i.a., r kelly, and other songs i'll tag as hood '08 in my head.