tucker leary's mobile lifestyle

Lot’s changed since September first. I lived nowhere for 85 days, now I live on Linden. That’s all for now, I just felt compelled to keep this thing alive tonight.

also, motorcycle license this spring.

a series of small unfortunate events

So as of September 1, I’m out of a place to live for a time.

That was expected, and somewhat planned for, but the plan is not foolproof.

The morning of September first marked the end of my phone bill cycle, and I burned my SIM card trying to port my number from Red Pocket to Straight Talk, so I’m currently without my normal phone number until the end of the week or so.

I drove two totes of stuff from Shepherd Ave to Dover, just to rent a storage unit in boston the next day. So now I’ve got two totes stranded in Dover, and no real way to get to them yet.

On the first, after moving everything into storage (on my moped) all morning and working all evening, the throttle cable on the moped pulled out and frayed, stranding the whole thing out in front of the Apple store until my new cable comes in (next week.)

School starts a day earlier than I though, also I’m scheduled to work during my classes.

It would be nice for things to get a little better, or at least normal, but these are problems I can deal with semi-comfortably. 

365

And now comes the dreaded moment where I miss everyone I’ve lived with and loved for the last 12 months. It’s September first, and 365 days ago I helped Pat and Chris move their stuff into the apartment which served as my residency for the prior 365 days. Now, at 2:50am, they’re gone. Along with Alex, Zach, Mark, Jacob, Kevin, Ryan, Meaghan, Anthony, Ethan, and everyone else who’ve made this apartment a staple of their time in Boston.

It’s so weird to look back on this year, and it’s amazing just how much I’ve totally forgotten about, but as soon as I see the photos the memories of whole eras here flood back. It started out with just Pat, Chris, and I, but quickly started growing. First Alex, then Ryan soon after, then Mark, then Zach, all the while maintaining a constant presence of others who would prove to be some of the best people I could have dreamed of spending time with. I want to sit and recount everything about this apartment that I’ve loved but it’s just impossible to find where to start. For the first time since 2008 I felt truly at home somewhere. These people have cared about me, put up with me, and have stayed with me no matter what. I owe everyone in this house, resident or not, a huge debt, and I can only hope I’ve made on them a fraction of the impact they have made on me.

Here I sit, on an empty(ish) floor, alone again. Unsure of everything, from what I’m going to do with my things to where I’m going to sleep, and I just feel like all the progress I’ve made toward feeling a little less lost has been kicked in the teeth. But at least I’m here, not quite alone, with mice about and the knowledge that I have friends in this city. I just wish they were all back here for another night, just so we could watch shitty movies and play music too loud and make the sort of jokes I won’t ever be able to make again. I love you guys, thank you.

New kinda mobile.

All new things for this one. I’m certainly mobile, posting from an iPad sitting in the Villa Mes Amis in St. Martin. French side, so technically I’m in France. That’s a new one. Thanks to the Treaty of Concordia I’ve managed to visit two European countries while remaining on one Caribbean island. It’s certainly someone. I’ve been doing some B-roll for the wedding today, all very casual, and I’m looking forward to the days to come for a bit of freedom to explore the island. I’m hopeful for the prospects of renting a moped or motorcycle and venturing out into god knows what. That should be nice. It’s very nice here, paradise even, but I can’t shake this weird emotional dullness. It’s strangely lonely, I’m easily the youngest person here, but it’s not like there aren’t people that want to party, I’m really just not feeling it.

It’s weird that I’ve abandoned this blog. It’s not weird that I’ve done it, it’s weird in the circumstance. I’m rarely mobile in the way I once was and I’m pretty sure I don’t like that. I do like having an apartment, and living with friends, and being in school (at least a slight majority of the time) but I hate that I feel like I was doing more stimulating and interesting things two years ago. I just got a new job, a job that roots me even more to Boston. I love working at Apple so far but it’s just weird to me that I’m on a set schedule, and that I’m doing pretty much a variation on the same thing every day. Converse may have been a bear to make work, between being super far away and getting paid months after I worked, but at least I knew that my projects could be anything. Most of the time I worked in the studio, but sometimes I was on location, or making the video studio work, or talking to companies and ordering cameras. That was exciting to me, being in the corporate offices of a place was just generally interesting in my mind. Things have changed, their needs and my availability have changed, everything’s different now, but it’s just weird to me. I really love the friends that I’ve made in Boston, but even that’s changed, with everyone splitting into these factions, I just feel like I keep coming into things at their end. Next year is the year my perception of where I would have been had I gone a traditional college route gets very real. Everyone is graduating this year and a lot of people will be moving into real jobs. I sorta already did that, and now I’m just awkwardly placed in college. I feel like I missed a whole lot of this portion of my life. I don’t regret it, but it’s something I find myself dwelling upon often. I never reread the things I write, I’m sure they’re full of flat-out mistakes. 

Some other thoughts:

I’m restructuring my blogs, of which I have many. I made a new one for posting just photo and video stuff that I make and/or like. I’ll keep my normal one (slightly renamed) for reblogging stupid things though. It’s all pretty pointless, but I’m trying to not fall out with photo, I refuse to let art school drive me to hate it.

I’m in Manchester right now. Taylor’s apartment is really nice and that cat is definitely pregnant.

My dad took my moped to Portland, we’ll see how that goes.

I want to flee this place, this region, and drive west and south and see the states. I want to see the world but I don’t have the time for any of it. Every foreigner that comes into Apple makes me hate saying I’ve never really left the country and that the farthest west I’ve ever been is technically Fort Myers, Florida.

I guess that’s all for now.

I’m drunk, but I had a really good talk with Chris tonight before I was drunk. We got very real for a few minutes and it was such a relief to communicate with a friend like that. It’s been a weird but good night. Now I’m just thinking about how good the daily show was yesterday (because I’m back to watching them online a day behind)

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My apathy is getting more and more obvious and the negatives of this are becoming apparent. I’m not unhappy, but I’m noticing that things aren’t as surreal as they used to be and maybe that’s just an aspect of growing up but I feel like and hope that isn’t the case. I remember the end of school years in high school and how ready for summer I used to be and how much I loved spring. I’m staring at my Graphic Novel teacher’s vibrant and arguably hilarious hawaiian shirt but I really just feel nothing. I feel no different about summer coming than I did about the semester starting. Maybe I’m just lonely in this school, or maybe something else is going on. This indifference is useful in dealing with the various stresses I see and the overemotional relationships of the world around me, but I feel like I’ve sort of evened out. I remember being borderline emotionally unstable in high school and that sucked on one part but maybe it let me really appreciate the good things. Maybe summer will change me. I just got a great call about working on a new project that I’m really looking forward to. I dunno, maybe I just need to not be sick anymore. I think my lack of a sense of smell is what’s making me under appreciate spring. The more I think about the smell thing the more I think that’s what’s going on.

why do I fall asleep easier in my reclined driver’s seat than I do in my bed?