xmas lights and what they mean

So as i was driving home tonight, i was thinking a small amount as i passed houses with nice lights and slightly nice lights. I wonder what drives people to put up lights for xmas.

i was wondering if people who put up a lot of lights were generally better parents then those who didnt. assuming similar religious values. i guess money goes into that as well, but neighborhoods generally have similar income levels. i find it a little funny that dads will kinda self judge themselves verses the other dads of the neighborhood based on light amazinginess. even creativity. like just getting one of those huge blow up santa clauses, although a nice wow factor might be there, is it creative and respectable?

in one of the newer developments where a lot of new familys with young kids have moved in, have these huge santas. I thought it was pretty cool, until i saw one on every block. icicle lights? cool? im not sure what is cool and whats not. im not so sure i will ever even want to put up lights. maybe its better to teach our kids to conserve energy and not put up plastic lights.

maybe i should conduct a study one lights and successfulness of people who grew up in lighted houses vs not. or even large santaed houses vs just lighted houses.

do you go xmas light hunting on the eve of the big day? is there some cool ones?

get excited

I like people who can make me excited for the next chapter in my life. not many can do it, but there are those select few people who i know who always make me happy to see what might come next for me. I am pretty eternally thankful to a few people who never fail to share interesting words with me. they put things in perspective and challenge me to think more. they also probably know me a little too well, and tell me the things which i hide in the attics of my brain. but sometimes that is a good thing too. lets all get excited for that tomorrow, or for looking at the things in the attics.

some things never run away

they just stick to us. i guess its time to open it up and wear it.

its hard to goto a grocery store without the urge to buy everything.

its hard to goto sleep early when you have nothing to do in the morning.

its hard to not want to drive all the time.

it doesnt feel like its been 2 years. everything is pretty much the same.

its extremely hard to listen to the radio.

so its been

so its been

11 days and there has not been rain.

how does this happen to me.

i hate seattle. im leaving.

walks

i want to take a walk through your mind

putting things in boxes

is always scary. i put taped the bottom sides up about 6 days ago, but haven't managed to put anything in those boxes. I know i have to, and i know that things will go inside those boxes, but i dont want to put them in there. i kinda want to just leave this place as it is right now, so some day later i can unlock this door. walk inside and see how much dust covers these memories. i would dust it all off, and everything might be the same way it is right now.

its always boxes. we put important things in boxes. some of us have those fireproof boxes. some have the ones that lay in banks with special keys. some of us just put memories in boxes and put them high up on a shelf to visit later. this time i dont want to put anything in these boxes.

ill let you know when i tape the tops of those boxes closed.

somethings

i am gonna miss this place. I said goodbye to the children who i have taught for over a year now, yesterday. i think they have forever changed my brain, and hopefully i left some scars on them. i have met so many people along the way, had so many new experiences, and really learned a lot. there were some first times here too. like a typhoon. its strange the first entry to this new blog was in the time when i left to this place of wonder. now i feel like im closing that chapter for a short while. is it strange that i dont like some things. like pictures, i dont like pictures to remind me of friends faces or times spent with friends. i love pictures of things, and the ones that capture emotions and feelings. i debated taking my camera to take some pictures of the kids, but i opted not to. i just want my memories. is that strange?

i wonder what life will be like back in the land of perfect overcast rainy days. i miss seeing my breath in the morning. walking on the frosted grass. smelling october. i miss a few other things im sure too.

well there about 25 days left in this land. i hope to spend it with some great friends. i will not take pictures to remember because that is just not my style. and my style is pretty much untouchable.

i wanna share this with you because i think its pretty untouchable.

pascal campion

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