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June 12th, 1973

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Jun 12, 1973
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At work– not much to do. Idly sitting, waiting for the day to go back. Talking to Allen. Eating licorice– worrying that the vague pain in my left jaw may be a wisdom tooth.

I just sat here and figured out that if I just very calmly devote myself to the idea that getting a VW van is clearly the most fulfilling project I could currently undertake– and work and save $50 out of each check– that, with the $230 I currently have saved– by the end of the summer I could have $500 saved.

All summer long! And $500 is just a drop in the bucket– a good down payment. 

Escape fantasies flood my consciousness. As comfortable as life is becoming for me–  as content as I feel about so many elements of my life–

my job

Richard

the apartment/home

saving money

determination (an end to the aimlessness)

there seems to be a simultaneous undercurrent of discontent. “Is this all there is?”– the wanderlust.

That’s why I want that van so much. To provide a way to feel my wanderlust and at the same time avoid the loss of a home– being on the road without being on the street.

Sort of a middle-class hobo. 

A bourgeoise tramp.  

I really am sick of working though. I long for something new and interesting and exciting.

Oh, I should shut that dialogue up.

No, I shouldn’t shut that dialogue up. I should feel it and explore it.


I want a VW van! that’s the next step I want to have happen.

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