My friend Justin once said of me, “Paul may be slow, but he always manages to get there, even if it takes years.” As a person who has seen me through most of my major relationships, my journeys from here to there, both emotional and quantifiable by physical distance, I think he’s pretty spot on.
Some people leap blindfolded into the future on the wings of a trust that all will inevitably turn out ok. Others like to stare at their feet as they shuffle forward baby step by baby step, never risking a misstep that would send them tumbling into “unknown dangerous territory” (aka. New Jersey.)
I think I’ve always bordered on the over-analytical approach to scuttling my way down the yellow-brick road of life. Often trying to wrap my mind around logic-defying situations (e.g. most relationships) until I eked out a grain of something resembling rationality, immobilized until I managed to do so.
For those who endured this futile praxis, I can assure you that I did it with the best of intentions. And upon reflection, if any progress was made in forward directions, baby steps or trans-atlantic steps, I’d gamble that it was in spite of this habit not as a result of it.
Well, years have passed since Justin spoke those words, and I think (and hope) that I’ve managed to pick up the pace a bit. Spending less time stopping to examine the map every time I feel lost (often holding it upside-down) and more time just letting life take me downstream and figuring it out as I go.
Some rather large baby steps have been taken lately and the results have been spectacular. Vanesa and I are now living together, and we’re doing so swimmingly. Got me an office job and I’ll be finishing up my music studies soon. And after five long years I finally have residency and the card to prove it.
See!

Life is good. Period.
I still got some more grown up stuff to do, like things to do with bank accounts and bills and address changes… or things like updating my blog more often. But I say they can wait, I’m still in my 20s, I’m young and I got some more living to do! I’ll leave those responsibilities for when I’m 30.
Peace.