The time is 6:38 AM on Wednesday, June 28th, 2017. I’ve been a bachelor for nine days. In having my normal routine, schedule and life completely changed I’ve noticed a few things.
I’m more tired and sleeping later than I do when the family is here. I find myself falling asleep about 9:30 but do not wake up until six when I usually wake up around 4. I have a lot of free time but rotate between being extremely active and extremely lethargic.
It is 7:03 AM on Tuesday, June 20th, 2017. It is very late for me to be writing a journal entry but today is an unusual day. My family left for Japan yesterday which means I’m a bachelor for a very long time. This is normal when you’re married to a Japanese, they go home with the kids for the summer to see the grandparents and also to ensure that the kids are exposed as much as possible to the language and culture. My oldest son will be attending summer school in Japan and so his Japanese will get much better. He has grown up speaking it and was at his best at the language in preschool since it was a Japanese one. But kindergarten was American and so his English improved remarkably while his Japanese got worse. Living in Japan for a while should reverse that.
Kevin is a childhood friend who I’ve keep in touch with over the years and it had been over five years since I last saw him; that was in Las Vegas and pre-kids. It is well known that time speeds up the older we become and children add an extra accelerator. He was only here for two days and so we packed in a lot in that limited time.
It is 6:20am on Saturday. The fog has not lifted for three days and remains especially thick this morning. Perhaps it is revenge for me telling everyone how little fog Linda Mar receives.
I just woke up from a very strange dream. I was still living in San Francisco but was single and still living in my old apartment. In this dream it was not the “real” San Francisco but a dark and sinister one, a distorted place yet not a nightmare. I would be giving up my apartment in 3 days and the feelings of regret, of not wanting to move on were very intense. I wanted to keep my apartment but there was no way to stop the process. I also wanted to grab one last drink but the two friends (specific people from my youth) that I asked were too busy and that made me very sad.
It has become a very infrequent occurrence when I actually sit down to write something of substance here in my online journal. I believe this to be unfortunate as thus far I’ve lived a rather exciting life yet often cannot find the time/motivation to set these experiences down so that they may be preserved.
Instead, I have turned this into a photo journal where, using my smartphone, I can take the lazy man’s approach and have all my internet properties/accounts linked up so with the snap of an Iphone button the picture is automatically uploaded and loaded into my various pages. In this way I can satisfy my desire to catalog my life.