The 505

As I opened up the blogger website I suddenly realized what a cliche I've become. I'm all hopped up on caffeine at a local coffee shop, typing a ten page paper for grad school, using my blog to distract me from school work. Hmmmm. I think I need a job.

Anyway, this will be short and sweet, because as I said, I'm in the middle of typing a ten page paper. I have found just about every way possible to avoid working on this dreaded paper. I've responded to all outstanding emails and organized my inbox, tweeted and facebooked, caught up on my Google Reader, checked every news website, looked for a job, looked for an apartment (which doesn't come without the job, but it doesn't hurt to know what's out there). And throughout the process I've been pumping Pandora through my earphones.

Here comes the point of this post. Have you ever heard a song and decided that the songwriter must have read your journal or something? (Oh, by the way, nearly every time I read my horoscope over at astrobarry.com, I'm convinced the man has way too much insight into what's happening in my life... if you like reading your horoscope at all, I highly recommend this site) That's what happened to me with 505 by the Arctic Monkeys. I don't think they're talking about heading back to my version of the 505, considering they are from the UK, but you never know. I can't say how else I relate, being that I don't think I should divulge too much of my love life on a public website, so enjoy. This is probably as much as I'll reveal when it comes to that aspect of my life in Albuquerque (like anyone really cares anyway. :))

Thirteen.

Growing up, I just wanted to turn 13.

Besides the obvious factor of finally being a teenager, that was the age I would get to ride in a hot air balloon for the first time. 

Hot air balloons were a huge part of my childhood. My next door neighbor and best friend’s family owned the Zia balloon. Every October I would trek out to the balloon field with my family, and with Kristen’s, and was a regular on the Zia balloon chase crew.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/see_albuquerque/4174179981/

But, by the time I turned 13, I no longer lived next door to Kristen, and I spent the majority of my time with best friends Allison and Margo (sidenote: these two are now practically sisters to me). I never got that highly anticipated ride in the hot air balloon. 

Obviously, being in Albuquerque for the Balloon Fiesta has me nostalgic for that time in my life. But, as an unemployed grad student (read: piles of debt) living at my parents house, I feel as though I missed the hot air balloon ride a second time around. This is not to say I am unhappy with my life, just that the expectations of what I thought I would be doing at this age aren’t being met. As a seven year old waiting for 13 to arrive, it never crossed my mind that there was a myriad of unforeseen events that would come to pass in the next six years. My parents would decide to move, and Kristen and I would grow apart. Not only that, but while the ride in the hot air balloon was certainly still appealing at 13, I hardly thought of it, as my mind was occupied with other things (like the discoveries of boys and makeup).

Friends my age are all at different stages of “adulthood”: some are married, some have children, some have steady jobs, some are in school, some live with their parents (um, hi, hello there). There have been a lot of reports out lately about how adulthood isn’t what it used to be. There are plenty of people my age moving in with their parents, going back to school, working at a restaurant after graduating college. And for the first time, the number of unmarried people between 25 and 34 is higher than those who are married.

istockphoto.com via npr.org

There’s a certain level of uncertainty as one steps off the precipice into adulthood. And now that adulthood is supposedly being redefined, life choices become fuzzier. Up until 22, I always knew what the next step would be. Now 22 feels pretty far behind, and I still have no idea what the next step is.

But I do know this: I don’t want to settle. I don’t want to settle into a relationship or a job just because these things are expected of me. Maybe that’s why our generation is redefining adulthood: many of us grew up with fairy tales and being told we can be whatever we want to be. We want to find that person who “completes us”(a la Jerry Maguire), and a job that means more than just a paycheck.

I don’t feel so bad for taking my time. I have gotten to live on both coasts and meet people who have changed everything from my outlook on life to the music I listen to. I got to know myself the only way I knew how: by forcing myself out of my comfort zone. Now I have a better idea of what career I might want, and what I want from a relationship. And after all the work I’ve done to learn these things about myself, I am sure of one thing: the balloon ride will happen someday, and I’m sure it will be worth the wait.

Speaking of missing my life...

I have recently admitted to missing fog. This is just crazy to me, because that is probably what I liked least about living in San Francisco. I prefer the hot desert sun to the summers of damp haze I grew used to in SF....

One thing Bay Areans love are time lapses of their fine metropolis. SFist clued me in to The Unseen Sea by Simon Christen on Vimeo, that gives a new perspective on fog - that it mirrors the sea. Watch and be mesmerized.


The Unseen Sea from Simon Christen on Vimeo.

Watching this led me to wonder if there are any time lapses of the sort for New Mexico, because the skies here are absolutely breathtaking. Saturday morning I spotted my first balloon of the season (and then saw there were actually about six). This can only mean that the Balloon Fiesta is right around the corner! So in that spirit, I bring you a time lapse of last years Fiesta. The balloons bob up and down madly, and if you get about halfway through, you get taken on a wild, sped up balloon ride. Hold on to your butts (and please note, the music is about ten times more annoying, and jarring if you've just watched the fog time lapse. Therefore, you might want to add your own).

Trolley's, Lightning, and Injury Lawyers

It's been a few weeks, and I am loving the new perspective I am finding on my hometown... below are just a few of the things I have taken time to take pictures of. 

Driving around town (especially the touristy areas - this is taken at University and Central) I noticed a little piece of San Francisco - Albuquerque Trolley's. A quick look at ABQTrolley.com will fill you in on how this is a uniquely "Albuquerquean" trolley - open air, stucco, wrought iron bars. The trolley hits downtown, old town, Nob Hill, the UNM area, and more... I guess there's even a "Trolleywood" tour that takes sightseers to the parts of town used in movies and the hit TV show "Breaking Bad." So it's not used for mass transit, but looks like a fun thing to do with out of town visitors! And I would probably even learn something.

Last week I experienced what I had been waiting for - a massive thunderstorm (and at sunset, too!). From my parents house, you can the storms moving across the city.. and the lighting was like a fireworks show. I worked pretty hard to get this one shot of a bolt of lighting.

Is it me, or is there an uptick in injury lawyers in Albuquerque? Here's Bert. When I was a kid, Ron Bell dominated the market (who, interestingly enough, was recently arrested for driving under the influence... his slogan is "I sue drunk drivers!") Now you can't drive more than 10 miles without spotting a billboard for some injury lawyer. Which begs the chicken before the egg argument... are there more people getting hurt now, or just more people realizing they can sue for getting hurt? Probably a bit of both. If anyone out there has some sort of research as to the sizable increase of these dudes, fill me in.