^wow, your kitchen looks quite nice... and so does that view of the outdoors.
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what's on my mind is moving... have to move out by some time mid-march. however, there is nothing here for me realistically. not just in the lack of affordable places to live, but also, there's just nothing around here for outward growth in working on my life goals... this place is just a big commuter town, out in the desert dust, with so many of everything(overpriced homes, failing stores, failing malls, failing restaurants, and overcrowded/underfunded schools) it forgot what it actually is.
my father has spoken of having a guest house built on the back of his property, but that makes me anxious. it would make a nice place for a recluse to hide from the world if he has it made, but it's so far from the direction of personal progress trying to be made by myself. the martial art schools that have currently stolen my passionate curiosity are in orange county(aside from a place in northern california, which would be impossible to get to)... so the only good thing about the location of his house, is it's a single city bus from a train station that can probably be taken through a few transfers to get there, but the time of commute and the cost of fare are probably beyond unreasonable(don't/can't drive), so calculations haven't been bothered to be made in order to sustain an illusion of hope. a couple of arts that have less my interest are only a few towns over, so they'd be easier to get to, but my passions have rather been "all or nothing" for as long as can be remembered, so until my interest in them is more keen, study there would be time spent half-heartedly/inefficiently.
while realistically, it is likely within my capacity to at least begin learning the art forms on my own(no matter what anyone says about people being unable to learn martial arts from books), or even set part of my home like a small dojo and seek out a private instructor, my interest is also in being able to teach, which means, credible masters must be sought and many years invested in seeking guidance toward the beginning of the indefinite road toward mastery myself.
there is more to it than that, as my father's idea of my best interests often clash with my best interests. under his rules, which sometimes already try to break outside jurisdiction and station, life could easily be quite stifled in living only a stone throw from his house's many back doors. even as it is, tension can already be seen that he'll expect the guest house to have certain pointless amenities and aesthetics, which aren't in line with mine... so he'll insist so much space be wasted by useless furniture and appliances, where it will be my desire for there to be little or none. there's that, and being so far secluded from the world will probably only lure me to crawl even deeper under my figurative rock out of exhaustion from the greater effort it will take to get out, while it is my desire to leave it behind and start making progress from without while this life is still relatively young.
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