Oddities and endities

I've been neglecting to write about my vacation because I haven't figured out a way to tackle it. I had wanted to use the free time to try and figure some things out, but all I returned home with, besides an inordinate large supply of chocolate, were more questions. The world's a big, big place, even though modern technology tries to convince us otherwise, and the opportunities to change your life are wide and far reaching. It's almost too easy to uproot your life and change it completely, if one should choose to do so.
But the important thing is the choice. There are so many things to choose from that it comes to the point I can't choose anything. It's like being paralyzed by choice. I suppose it's one of the better problems to have, but it is imminently frustrating. I have a hard time choosing a damn breakfast cereal.
There are so many places to visit and see. So many experiences to experience. So many conflicting directions I want to take my life in. California? Tennessee? Law school? A grad degree in something else? Try for NYC again?
The common thread between these things, I've figured, is that I'll need to get a new suit. Cuffs or no cuffs? Navy blue or light gray?
Damn.
I'm sure of one thing: right now, while I'm writing this in my hot-as-f**K apartment, I want to be back up on the mountain in Gimmelwald, at night, looking up at the stars. I don't think I've been that relaxed in years. Bloody brilliant idea, Greg. "Breath this in and enjoy it, man. The air won't ever be any better."
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This has nothing to do with what I just wrote, but I liked it.
Lightning: anything that looks that mean from far away couldn't possibly have anything friendly to say close up.