Enjoying the Rain when it isn’t raining.
It’s been a while since I posted, yet there have been about 4 different half-baked ideas of things worth writing about in my head… so I’ll just try to distill them all in a couple short posts over the next couple days.
I remember when Roberto first moved into the house he is moving out of this weekend. He looked out the window of a room I once rented when I first moved to Michigan, the room he was now moving into. He looked out the window amid a conversation:
“Hey Orriana”
“What?”
“You ever climb on the roof?”
I looked out… the roof did just our just under my window and lead to the side…
“No”
“Well why the hell not?!”
Months later (when it had warmed up a bit) Roberto and his girlfriend Lauren were packing up his things and I was downstairs, having moved back into the house myself in May. By this point, Roberto was effectively already living with Lauren... but kept himself from moving his things an hour away until mid-June. I was in the middle of something at this point, though I don’t remember what the something was.
“Hey Orri, c’mon upstairs” Roberto said yanking me excitedly from my desk.
“I gotta finish something”
“No you don’t… c’mon”
And so I came, and followed him onto the roof. It was a beautiful day. Lauren, Roberto and I lay there looking up at the sky for a while and people walked or drove by either failing to notice the strange site of 2 girls and a guy on a roof, or noticing all to well. This particular nick of the roof was quite comfortable. We lay at a 30 degree angle with our feet meeting the side of the house. I inhibited my idea of jumping up and down on the roof above my housemate's room...
I wondered why I hadn’t done this sooner.
And I guess it was because I didn’t have anyone to do it with.
I’m one of those people who has the desires and balls (especially the testicles) to do a good many simple yet inpracticle things, as long as it’s with one good ally… Like running or dancing barefoot in the rain. It’s something I generally desire to do in any good rainstorm… but one can’t dance alone, at least not in the rain… unless one is truly and definitely alone. And so I learn to ignore the rain like sane people do.
After one such day of lamenting that there was no one to dance with me (and thinking about doing this post, but never writing it)… a friend called and told me to “Enjoy the rain”
Not a phrase you hear often… One normally does not appreciate the lack of sunshine, although I have always loved it. That simple phrase by my friend meant a lot more to me than I’m sure it did to him. But what made that phrase meaningful to me was he never intended for it to be meaningful… it was his natural thought.
I think the best things in life are things are coincidently coincided like that, when they do come along.
So yes, on a practical sense, I’ll I have to do is finish my thesis, stats class, jobs, and in exactly 2 weeks I’ll go to an old home that has ceased very much to be a current one… I’ll miss the rituals that have become so recently addictive… goofing off with my lab mates… Doing lots of talking during a movie over pizza and beer, and hanging out on rooftops.
I find myself looking back and not forwards as I get ready to turn 25… I'll try not to do it too much, but I have far more land mines to avoid in Ithaca rather than genuine things to look forward to.
Which brings me to my plan of being single for life. But that will be another post. =)
-Orriana
I remember when Roberto first moved into the house he is moving out of this weekend. He looked out the window of a room I once rented when I first moved to Michigan, the room he was now moving into. He looked out the window amid a conversation:
“Hey Orriana”
“What?”
“You ever climb on the roof?”
I looked out… the roof did just our just under my window and lead to the side…
“No”
“Well why the hell not?!”
Months later (when it had warmed up a bit) Roberto and his girlfriend Lauren were packing up his things and I was downstairs, having moved back into the house myself in May. By this point, Roberto was effectively already living with Lauren... but kept himself from moving his things an hour away until mid-June. I was in the middle of something at this point, though I don’t remember what the something was.
“Hey Orri, c’mon upstairs” Roberto said yanking me excitedly from my desk.
“I gotta finish something”
“No you don’t… c’mon”
And so I came, and followed him onto the roof. It was a beautiful day. Lauren, Roberto and I lay there looking up at the sky for a while and people walked or drove by either failing to notice the strange site of 2 girls and a guy on a roof, or noticing all to well. This particular nick of the roof was quite comfortable. We lay at a 30 degree angle with our feet meeting the side of the house. I inhibited my idea of jumping up and down on the roof above my housemate's room...
I wondered why I hadn’t done this sooner.
And I guess it was because I didn’t have anyone to do it with.
I’m one of those people who has the desires and balls (especially the testicles) to do a good many simple yet inpracticle things, as long as it’s with one good ally… Like running or dancing barefoot in the rain. It’s something I generally desire to do in any good rainstorm… but one can’t dance alone, at least not in the rain… unless one is truly and definitely alone. And so I learn to ignore the rain like sane people do.
After one such day of lamenting that there was no one to dance with me (and thinking about doing this post, but never writing it)… a friend called and told me to “Enjoy the rain”
Not a phrase you hear often… One normally does not appreciate the lack of sunshine, although I have always loved it. That simple phrase by my friend meant a lot more to me than I’m sure it did to him. But what made that phrase meaningful to me was he never intended for it to be meaningful… it was his natural thought.
I think the best things in life are things are coincidently coincided like that, when they do come along.
So yes, on a practical sense, I’ll I have to do is finish my thesis, stats class, jobs, and in exactly 2 weeks I’ll go to an old home that has ceased very much to be a current one… I’ll miss the rituals that have become so recently addictive… goofing off with my lab mates… Doing lots of talking during a movie over pizza and beer, and hanging out on rooftops.
I find myself looking back and not forwards as I get ready to turn 25… I'll try not to do it too much, but I have far more land mines to avoid in Ithaca rather than genuine things to look forward to.
Which brings me to my plan of being single for life. But that will be another post. =)
-Orriana
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