I’ve had a lot of thoughts percolating up in the old noggin lately, but haven’t had time to type them into the computer. I’ve got thoughts on traveling, friends, music, facial hair, and other such nonsense. ¬†Maybe I’ll write them all up soon, but in the meantime, here’s some pretty pitchurs for yall to take a gander at. Most of them come from a trip we took last week to the grand canyon (of east asia). This trip included some of the least efficient (or safe) travelling that I’ve ever done and will hopefully become a blog post in and of itself in the future. Continue reading Busyness


Staying Put

I’ve always been someone who moves around a lot. In college I followed the Auburn Football team to all of the away games for the last 3 years I was in school, sleeping on floors and futons, in cars and in tents, and putting some serious mileage on the Explorer. Even when I was growing up, I was constantly on the move. Football games, camping trips, visits to friends, vacations and everything in between took up big chunks of the Perrett family calendar. When I was in high school, I toured at least 10 colleges trying to find the best fit for me. We could’ve saved a lot of time and money because I ended up at the one I decided to go to at age 3 or so. In 1996, my dad packed our family up and moved us to Stockholm, Sweden for a year. During that year we visited Norway (twice), Finland, Denmark, France, and England (twice) and numerous locations throughout Sweden.

All of that is to say that it’s in my blood to travel, or at least stays on the move. It is because of this, that it’s so strange that I have slept in the same apartment for 52 straight nights. I can’t say I’ve slept in the same bed, because we spent the first few nights all sleeping in the living room¬† in order to bond because of leaks, air conditioner problems and leaks caused by air conditioner problems. Also, Ben didn’t get a bed for a few weeks.

Maybe it’s because everything is a new adventure everyday here, and everything is fairly exhausting. Or because this is a place where expectations cannot live (seriously, it’s dangerous to expect for anything to go one way because you’ll constantly be stressed out or disappointed. You could also get hit by a bus – they turn across 4 lanes of traffic without looking), but I only recently realized that fact. It’s got to be a record for me. Until recently, I haven’t really felt bad about it, or had a sense of wanderlust from it.

My friend Mary Beth once told me that I’m not as much of a wanderer/nomad/whatever as I like to think that I am. I didn’t really like to hear that because traveling really is something I love to do, and I frequently do it. Maybe she was referring to the fact that I was working a job that required me to work over the weekend, often both Saturdays and Sundays. As I’ve been contemplating this recent spell of sleeping in the same place for a long time, I’ve been thinking about the idea of “home”- something that I’ve alluded to on here before. I think I like to travel, wander, do whatever as long as I can go back to my starting point when that adventure is over. When I was a kid and would go camping, I’d get home and soak in the bathtub for a while. In college it was Auburn. After a road trip I’d go back to wherever I was living on Sunday afternoon and sit on the couch in silence for hours. Here, I’ll get back to the house after an adventure filled day of class, hanging out with friends, riding the subway, or playing basketball and feel like there is some sort of ending or closure to the adventure.

Again, this is another fluid thought that I have been having and am interested to see how it plays out. I’ve started reading The Lord of The Rings (after years of rejecting the idea) and I feel like I’m beginning to sympathize with the wanderlust that Bilbo feels in the fall. “He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn , about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams” (42).

Over the next few weeks I’ll be on the move much more, and I’ve got a 3 week trip planned throughout this half of the world for the semester break, so it will be interesting to see how it goes.

Maybe I’ll keep yall posted

EDIT: I just read a T.S. Eliot quotation that says, “Home is where one starts from”. This gets down to what I was going after when I said that thing about my “starting point”