Month: September 2014

Five Hundred and Twenty Five Feet

I imagine that she is someone with a story. Someone whose life has been a whirlwind of the kinds of experiences most people only dream about, who’s fallen stupidly in love and disappeared across the world and climbed to the roof of a building just because she could. I imagine that what brought her here, to the summit of this beautiful mountain, to the point where she can drift away in the autumn air, is something mysterious and special.

She leans over to the man standing quietly beside her. “It’s amazing how a mile can change your perspective.”

He hums in agreement. They linger in silence for a moment, lost for words, before they settle back into their sedan and drive away.

I imagine that her words are something more than they are. I imagine that she is more than she is. I imagine that she, and they, and the mountain, and me – I imagine that we all mean something.

I settle back into my sedan and drive away.

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Something Old, Something New, Something…Corporate

I’m afraid my life is over.

See, I wore sensible shoes today. Which means I’m officially a member of the working world, where people sit in cubicles and stare at computers that have more than one monitor, because we are an information-starved society and can’t function with only one screen.

Hold on, what?

I’ve been pretty bad at updating my blog for the past couple (several) (million) months, but during that hiatus, things were happening. I worked long days at a summer camp that paid me less than 75 cents an hour for three months. I spent a lot of time interviewing and applying for positions that would allow me to get paid only a little bit more than 75 cents an hour for the next eleven months. I uprooted myself from my apartment in Evanston only to relocate to an apartment in Cambridge that I can’t really afford (do you sense a common theme here?). I landed a spot in an amazing fellowship program with a really cool nonprofit and committed myself to the world of the nine-to-fivers. In other words, I might be growing up.

Growing. Huh. That word happens to be in the title of my blog!

I know it sounds cliché, and I’m sorry I’m getting sappy, but this is a very, very new chapter in the Life of Gwen. I’m actually self-sufficient now – no more monthly pity-payments from my parents. I have to wear business casual clothes to the job I have. I created an online dating profile. This might be the year I finally pull myself together (keyword: might), and I’m going to need a place to process all of that. So it’s back to the grindstone we go, back to the writing and the thinking and the hoping that my words mean something to somebody other than me. Someday.

Wish me luck on my next adventure! And get ready for an onslaught of words.

After all, I am a professional.