What will I do?

Recently, some people have asked me: what will you do when you get back?

What will you eat? Who will you see?

Well, I think I'm close enough to departure (2 weeks!) to answer those questions.

The first thing I'll do when I step off that airplane is breathe in the free air. Some liberals still trying to cope with Bush's election win may not see D.C. as being a particularly free place, but they don't know what the fuck they are talking about.

They've been too spoiled by their cushy existences in the fully-developed world to know any better (and for those Americans in the developing world that changed their minds about coming back because Bush won, you're excluded from that comment. But you're just as bad, because staying away won't make thingsin the States any better). I'll finally be able to relax with the knowledge that muggings, robberies and assaults aren't lurking around every corner. This decompression process may take days.

I'll plug in my bass guitar and PLAY! FINALLY!

And I'll put some music in the stereo and crank it as soon as my mom leaves the house. Maybe I'll do so beforehand in my room using my own stereo (but I'll have to unpack it)

I'll walk down the road at night by myself without being on full alert. I'll drive through the neighborhood.

I'll take a private taxi that's roadworthy and safe -- it doesn't matter where.  I'll take a public rail system, or even a bus.

I'll eat. A lot. Foods that I'll eat include Mexican (not sure where in D.C., but I'll find a good place), Chinese, and pizza (probably Ledo's, but I'll likely throw in some Pizza Hut and Armand's). Oh, and of course I'd have to grab some Popeye's fried chicken.

I'll rent a DVD from Blockbuster or Hollywood, and have a shitload to choose from.

I will see my mom and dad. I will spend some time with my sister and my niece, who is growing every day that I'm away.

I'll ride my kick-ass mountain bike: the Raleigh M-60 that is about 50 times better than the one I'm selling to my former boss when I leave here. The one with the shocks, the ergonomic/nut-saving seat, the gel seat cover, the strap-on mini-pump, the aluminum frame, the grip shifters, the 24 speeds, the rear pouch, the headlight and taillight, the amazing V-brakes...you get the idea.

I'll sleep on my own queen-sized bed.

I'll pick up my newly-ordered and delivered cellphone, put in the phone numbers, and call my friends.

And I'll actually see my friends. Some of my closest friends, to be precise. Joe will come back on March 8, five days after I return. Ina and Ada will arrive two days later. The Rob and Rob will be there. Carla should be. Aki will probably be around. Perhaps I'll see Amy and Shane's new place. And Farmer. Dave also talked about coming down...

Then, depending on what's happening with my job search, I'll go to New York. There I'll see a bunch of people (hopefully): Dave, Daina, Andrew, Noah, Virve, Ashley, Joyce, Anna, Colleen, Tom Kim, P Diddy, Chris, Tara, Robby J and more. But now I'm getting ahead of myself. Who knows -- I might have a new job by then, I might be moving to San Francisco or Chicago or my own place in D.C. or...New York.

That's what I plan to do. The actual outcome depends on God and my job search.

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