In dreams, I’m moving through heavy water

I spend a lot of time alone. As a foreigner in a gigantic city, I’m constantly surrounded by sounds and signs of life and though I interact with it wildly, lovingly and often, I have a tendency to hole up in corners and spaces that keep me isolated in observance. I love to watch the world and the day go by around me–to see the sky change, the children laugh, and watch the lights dim in buildings as the neon signs glow ever brighter. Korea has grown to be a part of me and has impacted and marked me in ways that are perhaps to be expected, but still surprise me. It’s become a place I call home and even though so much of it and so many aspects of the country, the city I reside in and the culture itself are still unknown to me, I feel a sense of ease and comfort within it.

The topic of home enters my mind frequently, almost on a daily basis, and is something I somehow struggle to grasp because home for me seems to be constantly fluid and indefinite, which goes against the stability and foundation that “home” is obviously associated with. My homes are many already and are certain to continue to grow more numerous as I set out to conquer the map that my mind fills with an insatiable need to discover and understand lands and seas and people unfamiliar. It always appeared to be expressed as a joke, this declaration between my father and I that I have gypsy blood, but with the pace at which I ache to unsettle myself, to seek change and simply to move, the joke seems to be far too accurate. Perhaps it’s silly to spend time thinking on such matters, but as a romantic I do harbor these nerves and an anxiety that the way I have shaped my life and this very apparent itch that I have to stay in motion and to remain forever unsettled will result in a heart always in wanting of that mighty, euphoric love that, maybe foolishly, I do so believe exists somewhere. Sometimes it even seems that that is precisely what I’m on an endless quest for, to either find that person or place that consumes me with what I know and envision love to be.

Last night I dreamt that I went swimming in the ocean and ended up trapped in an aquarium somewhere. I tried to get out, but then I decided that it didn’t matter that I couldn’t escape because I liked it there. It’s a slightly humorous image, but also a rather beautiful one, especially when I think about how it mirrors my own life. I wouldn’t say that I necessarily feel trapped, but I can relate to the image of floating in a sea of others as the world goes by because, well, that’s what I do nearly everyday. I can’t decide if this sounds sad or pathetic or something else. I guess what I’m getting at in a very lengthy way is that I’ve grown just a little more content with what I’m doing and how I’m living my life, which is worthy of being called an accomplishment as I am too often crippled by concerns that I am not living up to my potential or that I haven’t achieved enough yet or that I have no idea what I’m doing. I still think these things are true, but I guess I’m becoming more comfortable and accepting that I will likely always feel these anxieties, so why fret?

Anyhow, I guess that’s my journal entry for the day. To every foreigner, anxious girl, romantic, or gypsy blooded soul, I know what you’re feeling too. We’re not alone, even when surrounded by a sea of fishes.


I have an interview with Paste…

and to commemorate this special occasion I’m going to paste some music lists in this here blog of mine.

Top 5 songs played in iTunes:

1. The Mistress Witch From McClure- Sufjan Stevens

2. Plasticities- Andrew Bird

3. I Will Light You on Fire- Golden Shoulders

4. Intervention- The Arcade Fire

5. Here it Comes- Modest Mouse

Top 5 songs played on Catalina (old ipod):

1. I Know, I Know, I Know- Tegan and Sara

2. On the Radio- Regina Spektor

3. Champagne High- Sister Hazel

4. Aaron and Maria- American Analog Set

5. I Will Follow You Into the Dark- Death Cab for Cutie

Top 5 songs on Carlos (Catalina’s lover):

1. Hide and Seek- Imogen Heap

2. Trouble- Elliott Smith

3. Kids- MGMT

4. High and Dry- Radiohead

5. Wild Horses- The Rolling Stones

My Personal Favorites  (in no particular order!)

1. After the Curtain- Beirut

2. For the Widows in Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypsilanti- Sufjan Stevens

3. Mambo Sun- T.Rex

4. The Mistress Witch From McClure- Sufjan Stevens

5. A Comet Appears- The Shins

6. Consequence of Sound- Regina Spektor

7. Let Down- Radiohead

8. Island in the Sun- Weezer

9. Some Kinda Love- The Velvet Underground

10. Look Up- Stars

11. A Sunday Smile- Beirut

12. Gigantic and Where is My Mind- Pixies

13. Ceremony- New Order

14. Lit Up- The National

15. Woke Up New- The Mountain Goats

16. For the Actor- Mates of State

17. Intervention- The Arcade Fire

18. Hold on I’m Comin’- Sam and Dave

19. Blowin’ in the Wind- Bob Dylan

20. Transatlanticism- Death Cab for Cutie

21. Red Right Ankle- The Decemberists

22. 2:45 am- Elliott Smith

23. Petals- The Honorary Title

24. Jezebel- Iron and Wine

25. Born Secular- Jenny Lewis