Lately I’ve been contemplating getting a pet, since coming home to an empty apartment is kind of lonely. I thought about getting a cat, or maybe a dog, and then it occurred to me - these things live for like 10-15 years.
Holy crap - that’s a long time. A long time where I have to worry about taking care of something else, figuring out what to do with it if I need to move, or go on vacation, or what if I want to take off and travel for a year or two?
It just made me realize that it’s so easy to get tied down, one responsibility at a time, until you find yourself stuck in a routine that isn’t easy to get out of. On the other hand, I recognize that you’ve got to let yourself get tied down a little bit to really experience a place.
It’s a tough balance.
Oh, and PS I’m going to start writing in here again more. Step 1 towards doing that is getting off my ass and getting a new camera so I can post pictures of shit.
