This is tough. So tough.
My fingers fight me on doing this. THIS!
It refuses to do these finger tappings that it once loved to do.
Writing. Thoughts on the page.
They fight.
I’ve been so unmotivated to do this, even though it should come so easy for me. This should be so easy for me.
But here we are, fighting with my fingers to put my thoughts into words on this void of mine.
It’s tough.
Hopefully getting this much on the page will help me get more out tomorrow or whenever I feel up to it.
Hoping.
Soon.
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There’s so much I want to write about, so much I want to say.
As above, unmotivated. As stated in my previous another year older, another year wiser, the lack of motivation kills me.
But let me try.
Here we go.
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I sit in what seems to be my normal working spot up here in Home Home writing this.
This spot, the head seat of our old dining room table, became my WFH spot ever since the pandemic. I would set up my laptop here for my morning internet browsing, writing, and actual work work.
This became a new thing since I never go to my Asensio to do any writing because of the pandemic. I never felt comfortable going out and write anymore and I don’t feel comfortable leaving Galette at home alone in the morning. She has major separation anxiety and I didn’t want her to wake up the whole house.
But here I am.
Where to start?
What’s on my mind?
Haha, what isn’t on my mind?
Maybe…maybe with how I’m doing.
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So, how am I doing?
I am well-ish.
Well-ish.
That’s all I can say.
I’m alive. I’m breathing. There’s no over encompassing dread in my life..no darkness.
I’m well.
I’m out and about when I want, living my life as I should and how I want.
But there’s that lingering ennui. There’s a malaise of blasé-ness that is always around me.
Adult depression. It hits different.
It’s a fine line.
Why am I feeling this?
There’s no real one answer, but a culmination of many things.
The main reason is because I’m 44.
44.
New Number.
It’s 2023.
New Year.
Maybe I conjured this feeling, knowing how I think I will feel when this time comes since it’s been on my mind for so long.
My dad.
My father issues.
It’s been 20 years since his passing. He’s always on my mind.
ALWAYS.
I miss him.
I love him.
20 years.
It’s almost half my life.
It’s around the same age that my father passed away. There’s much confusion on his actual age since his death certificate and most official paperwork states that he was born in 57, but that may have been a mistake and he was born in 58.
I’m around the same age that he passed. Soon, I’ll be older than he’ll ever been.
It’s a mindfuck.
It’s fucking with my mind and I can’t…I can’t shake it for the life of me.
How much have I changed in the 20 years since? How much have I changed in the 10 years?
I wrote a letter for you for your 10 year. A cathartic letter wondering how you are and detailing how much I have changed as a person since you passed.
Would you be proud of me? Would you recognize the person that I have become?
20 years.
I wonder the same thing. How much have I changed since that letter? Would you still be proud of me as I am today?
Would you?
I always sought your approval and I don’t know if I ever got it. I can only believe what others say and that you were and I can only take that to heart and believe that.
I hope that you will be proud of the person that I am today.
I hope you are.
I miss you.
I love you.
Sigh.
So much has changed. The world has changed so much.
Our family has grown.
Mom and Hien got a dog. I never thought that would happen, but here we are and she’s a sweet sweet thing.
I bet you would love her.
It makes mom happy. I can see it in her face as she plays with both Misu and Galette. It’s something that I didn’t ever see while growing up, especially after you passed, but it brings me so much joy to see her laughing and giggling.
I know she would be so much happier if she had an actual grandchild, but this is what she’s going to get.
I don’t think it’s in the cards for me. I don’t see it and I’m okay with that.
I hope you understand.
I’m not ruling it out. I’m open to it….I really am, but at this moment, it’s not in the cards.
I’m sorry about that. I really hope you understand.
We’ll see what happens in 10 years’ time. What do you think will happen?
Who knows?
I hope you’ll still be with me for another 10 years.
I love you.
I miss you.
LOVE.
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I only had one entry for this year so far.
Man, I remember the days when I would have something almost every couple of nights or even every weekend, but here we are.
Unmotivated.
Hopefully things will change soon. I need to find some motivation to go back and do the things that I once loved so much.
Writing.
Art.
Hiking and nature.
All of them lie by the waste side now as I have no motivation to do any of them.
No writing.
No screaming in the void.
This little void of mine has been my therapy for so long.
It helped me a lot. I processed so much of my shit on here.
Through the years, I’ve become less angry, confident, happier, and just being a much better person.
This little void of mine has a hand in shaping that.
I am grateful for it, but it hasn’t been used in a while.
Through the years, my little finger tappings have changed from these random stream of conscious emo confessional dumps of what’s going on my life and what’s on my mind to what seems to be basic journal entries of what is happening or about what I did on a trip I did.
I hope that I can get back to the good ol’ days of flow again.
Maybe this is exactly what I need. Just sit and type.
Sit and type.
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Home Home.
This is much earlier than I usually make my Home Home trips. I usually do it during the summer but here we are, before the summer.
I came up for Ly’s wedding.
Since I didn’t want to board Galette and have to carry my suit on a plane, I decided to make this my yearly pilgrimage home.
Two weeks’ vacation and one week working remotely.
It has become my status quo since the pandemic since we can easily WFH anywhere.
It makes it easier for me to spend time with family without feeling that I need to rush and do things.
But since the pandemic, my trips home are a little different than what I’m used to. I explained it in an earlier entry.
I just feel guilty going and leaving my bro and mom home while I’m off galivanting.
I don’t know. I need to figure something out.
But again, how much of that, especially this year’s trip is due to circumstance and the holy mind-fuck adult depression of unmotivatedness. I’m sure 95% of it is due to that.
I’m just looking for excuses not to do stuff so I can just stay home and rot and be unhealthy.
Maybe I’m doing this so I can die an early death. Maybe.
I need to fix that.
I need a change.
But overall, two weddings this year.
The first one was Michael’s in February in Hawaii and now Ly’s. The Ho/Nguyen brothers are all married now.
No more weddings in the foreseeable future thankfully.
Man, have I stated that I really don’t like weddings?
Hahaha.
But yes. Weddings are over.
I’m glad to see all of the family again and to hang out. I really am.
I really do love my family.
They’ll always be there.
I do miss family.
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I never wrote about my time in Maui.
Amazing.
It was amazing.
I’m glad that I made that stop in Hawaii before Michael’s wedding.
I wanted to make a real vacation out of that wedding and decided to island hop since I’ve already been to Honolulu last year.
Maui is a lot less developed than O’ahu and a lot less crowded.
It was so beautiful there. I loved that island.
The weather didn’t cooperate as much as I wanted it to when I got there and I really did a piss poor job of planning that trip, especially for the Road to Hana.
But I did manage to get some good hiking in.
I was able to notch another National Park under my belt. Haleakalā National Park.
I managed to hike both sides and chase waterfalls on the East Side of the Island at the end of the Road to Hana and I was able to go up to the main volcano and hike down.
That hike down to the volcanic crater was amazing and also, one of the toughest hikes I had to hike back up and out of the crater on the way back after already hiking 6-7 miles already.
But it was worth it. It was a good unwind and relax before the wedding festivities and family time in Honolulu.
I definitely need to go back and explore another island.
On my last day in Maui, I walked out to Kāʻanapali Beach in the morning with a cup of coffee and sat and just watched the ocean. I spotted so many whales breaching the ocean. I almost cried.
Just. Beautiful.
Love love love.
I am blessed to have seen it. I am blessed to have experienced that.
No regrets.
None.
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Home Home.
Overall, my trip home have been great, eventful, and chill. Sure, there were so many things that I hoped that I would have done, but it didn’t happen.
The general ennui and unmotivation got to me, but I’ve done a few things.
I started my trip by going to Bend, OR and spending a day and a half there. I’ve always wanted to do Bend since my cousins always a week in the summer there and they love it so much. I drove through it once and I always wanted to explore.
Overall, I loved it there. I think I can imagine myself living there. All the nature things are so close, in terms of time, no more than 20-30 minutes away. So easier and there are trails right in the middle of the city too.
Such a very outdoorsy town.
I loved it.
Very dog friendly also. You can walk your dog off leash for the majority of the year. Amazing.
I rolled into Bend around noon on Saturday and decided to do a hike in Smith Rock State Park. I didn’t do anything strenuous since I didn’t do any planning and I didn’t know what Galette could do.
It was hot, low 80s when we got there. We hiked along the dirt path and did the river trail. Overall, Galette did well, though she did try and stop at times. We pressed on.
For dinner time, I wanted to find a dog friendly restaurant with outdoor seating. I did find one, but it started to rain, so I got food to go.
The next morning, I went to Rim Rock/Good Dog Park. That park was amazing. 25 acres of trails.
I decided to let Galette off leash to see how she would do. She did amazing. She stayed by my side and didn’t let the other dogs off leash get to her. Most of them minded their own business and so did Galette.
I was so amazed by her. I didn’t think she would do well, considering how she is at the dog parks I take her, but I should have known considering how she likes to keep by me at the dog park.
Then we went back to the hotel for a short pee break and then hiked the Deschutes River Trail to the Old Distillery District. It was so nice, even though Galette wasn’t too happy about it. She would stop from time to time, refusing to move ahead.
I noticed her limping but thought that her paws may be a little sore, but it seemed like her paws were cut.
We did a total of about 10 miles that day.
Bend. Love it. I may start making it a stop on my way up to Home Home. We shall see what happens next year.
I feel bad. I didn’t realize that she had cut her paw until we made it home.
So, a lot of the outdoorsy adventures that I had planned with Galette fell through. I wanted to do Mt. Si, but decided against it, or even Rattlesnake Ridge.
Next time. Next time. I’ll be more mindful of how Galette is doing and maybe not hike her when it’s so hot out.
My biggest worry of the trip was how Galette would be with Misu.
I got home and entered the house by myself, leaving Galette in the car. Misu was weary of me, not knowing who I am and started to bark. I had my bro put a leash on so when I introduced Galette there’s some sort of control.
Overall, everything went fine. They sniffed and Galette said hi to my mom and bro and was weary of Misu.
There’s a lot of growling on Galette’s part as Misu was trying to make friends and investigate who this new dog and this new person was.
Eventually Galette got used to Misu and Misu got less and less afraid and after a few days they were playing with each other.
I would take them out for walks in the morning together and things are fine. They are friends now and I’m glad that happened.
I know how Galette can be and imagined the worst. It goes to show that I don’t trust Galette when I should.
I went out with Misu and Galette on a walk with Mom and Misu was shit on a leash. I taught my mom to keep her on a short leash and to pull her back if she tries to pull. I taught my mom some basic leash training for her and with the morning walks with Galette, Misu has gotten so much better on a leash. She still has her moments of pulling, but so much better. Able to go for long walks. Not much pulling for the most part.
Hopefully Misu can continue this with mom. Mom needs her exercise.
I have another week left of my trip. This time, I’ll be WFH. I already have a few things lined up that I will need to take care of, but I will try to keep it very very minimal.
I plan on leaving on the 10th and I have to stop by Fresno. I haven’t decided if I’m going to spend the night or just rest up for a few hours and then continue on my way.
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Relish.
Relish is home alone again. Jun checks up on her every couple of days.
She’s been having issues, throwing up from time to time. It may have something to do with the food I got her. I’ve been switching her food up lately and now she’s on Orijen. I may have to switch to something else, but we shall see when I get back.
I hope she gets adjusted and gets better. I wonder how much of it is the food and how much of it is because she’s home alone.
We shall see.
If I could bring her up, I definitely would. Makes things so much easier.
We shall see.
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For my 2023 Special Weekend trip, I decided to stay local ish and did a Paso trip with a twist. I started my trip in Carmel first and then drove down to Paso for a few days.
I finally managed to go to Garrapata State Park. Due to the heavy rain SoCal had this year, some of the rivers on the trail were flooded, but it wasn’t too bad. I was able to hike up the mountain trail and finish my loop.
After Garrapata, I went to Pacific Grove and did a small walk and then explored Monterey again. I went to Fisherman’s Wharf to get some lunch and then went back to the hotel.
I also managed to do 17 mile drive.
The PCH was closed so I had to take 101 back to Paso. I went to 46 to cut over to the coast and did a few hikes along PCH and did Moonstone again.
On my actual day, I relaxed and did some wine tasting.
It was nice and chill and a great way to spend my #specialweek #specialweekend.
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Here we are.
Here we go.
I’m surprised that I got so much out of me today.
Sitting down and actually doing it probably have something to do with it.
Hopefully I can make this more of a regular thing.
Hopefully this can help get me out of this…..this….well-ish.