...I think. I mean, I've never smoked crack.
I've been on a road trip with my Aunt and my Mom for 4 days now. I've seen so many rock faces I am suffering from acute awareness of a constant, ruthless subtle withdrawal, a withdrawal I had learned to ignore. For two years I've lived in the ghetto of a city. How did I not recognize what was happening to me?? And now here I am trying to be grateful for the time I get to spend with my Mom (whom I haven't seen in nearly a year) and my Aunt (who sends me care packages like twice a month) but all I can think about is rock climbing. THERE ARE ROCKS EVERYWHERE. Towers, faces, crags, boulders, vertical fields of rock, taunting my every thought as we cruise by in a rented blue mini-van. I really don't know how to be a good daughter/niece in the face of such blatant temptation. Mom bought me my first Camelot three days ago. It's a .75. It's green and beautiful. I know, I know. I'm 26 and I shouldn't let my mother buy me stuff like that...but I'm pretty f-ing poor.
This vacation is hard on me. We're staying in lodges which cost 150 bucks a night. And we're eating dinners marked at almost 20 bucks a plate. That's gear I'm not getting...that's ridiculously extravagant spending. If we'd eaten some sandwiches and slept in a tent I could have 3 more BRAND NEW CAMS.
The climbing bug has invaded my soul and my psyche with a renewed level of severity. I can think of nothing else. Mom was exasperated at the cost of the cams: "that little thing?"
Yes Madre. That little thing.
I love you Mom.
I've been on a road trip with my Aunt and my Mom for 4 days now. I've seen so many rock faces I am suffering from acute awareness of a constant, ruthless subtle withdrawal, a withdrawal I had learned to ignore. For two years I've lived in the ghetto of a city. How did I not recognize what was happening to me?? And now here I am trying to be grateful for the time I get to spend with my Mom (whom I haven't seen in nearly a year) and my Aunt (who sends me care packages like twice a month) but all I can think about is rock climbing. THERE ARE ROCKS EVERYWHERE. Towers, faces, crags, boulders, vertical fields of rock, taunting my every thought as we cruise by in a rented blue mini-van. I really don't know how to be a good daughter/niece in the face of such blatant temptation. Mom bought me my first Camelot three days ago. It's a .75. It's green and beautiful. I know, I know. I'm 26 and I shouldn't let my mother buy me stuff like that...but I'm pretty f-ing poor.
This vacation is hard on me. We're staying in lodges which cost 150 bucks a night. And we're eating dinners marked at almost 20 bucks a plate. That's gear I'm not getting...that's ridiculously extravagant spending. If we'd eaten some sandwiches and slept in a tent I could have 3 more BRAND NEW CAMS.
The climbing bug has invaded my soul and my psyche with a renewed level of severity. I can think of nothing else. Mom was exasperated at the cost of the cams: "that little thing?"
Yes Madre. That little thing.
I love you Mom.
