I'm in an oddly nostalgic mood. That seems to be my go-to method for dealing with that feeling that the world's an overwhelming place that I'm always tempted to get caught up in.

So I'm just going to list, let whatever connects in my head connect and be okay with that. It's like a meditative poem of sorts.....but not a poem.

I feel really comfortable when I go to the grocery store because it makes me feel like I've got family all around me.

The same can be said about parking lots. Some of my favorite memories are standing in Safeway parking lots in the summer, eating Taco Bell and wondering what superhero I'd be.

I can sit and watch rivers move by for a long time.

I love listening to baseball games on the radio.

The Great Gatsby is a very comforting book for me, it's what I want to be reading when life feels colorless.

A house is not complete without a porch in my head.

I really like that scene in the Notebook where Ryan Gosling reads Walt Whitman poems.

"I sing the body electric"-Walt Whitman

I am homesick but I'm not sure it's that simple kind of homesick that's cured by a weekend somewhere other than Flagstaff.

I sometimes make my problems to be large and important when they are small and not worthy of my thoughts.

I am scared often.

I am scared with all my friends getting married.

I have identity issues that are easily exploited when I seek validation in the opposite sex.

I like low florescent lighting that's not invasive but feels nice in the background of a kitchen, underneath the cabinets.

I enjoy walking when it's summer and all the things I'm allergic to make the air feel heavy.

I give travel too much healing power in my life.

Everyone likes the taste of their own eggs.

I am guilty of using sarcasm to elevate myself above others so I can hide my own brokenness in the "stupidity" I subscribe to the choices they make.

I am a redwood tree (metaphorically)

I am a redwood tree (literally)

I'm not really either of those things, I'm not sure exactly what that would mean.

I use to collect Star Wars Episode I collectible soda cans. But drank the soda and just had a bunch of empty cans in my room for a few months.

I am in love with the drama of my own humanity.

The movies that make me cry are as follows: My Dog Skip, Garden State, Wicker Park, many many movies involving Tom Hanks (actor or producer) and I may have slightly wept watching the Notebook.

I sometimes think I am not "man enough" to be a man.

I then hold onto this idea that I am a man in Christ, which looks different and has nothing to do with steady income, lifting heavy things, or drinking lots of beers.

I used to have super artsy Myspace/Facebook pictures.

I love the sounds radios make when it's summer and I'm washing my car.

I like it when I'm listening to pop/alt radio stations that span 1970-present.

The above was one of the best perks of working at Subway.

I use to lay out on my parents driveway at night and watch the moon roll around for a few hours while I listened to Bright Eyes and thought about how romantic I was.

I don't get tired of "Clocks" by Coldplay.

I appreciate all of my friends so much.

I live a truly blessed life

It's easy for me to forget this when: (insert many random things that happen in life)


I feel much much better after doing this. Who knows why, but it always seems to help me.

Go watch a movie, call your mother or make a meal for your roommates.


-Geoff