I haven’t updated in a while. I’ve had things happen. These are the things.
I left Iowa City. I left America. I live in South Korea.
The reason I decided to leave was that I had very little in Iowa. I wanted to go into the film industry. Iowa abolished it. I loved the local music scene, and suddenly I felt abandoned by it. I drove a taxi, which left me more or less unemployable. I couldn’t be happy there, and anyone who met me, knew me, or hung out with me for more than five minutes there knew that. I left partially for a challenge and something new, and partially for the chance of something better upon my return. I love Iowa, I love Iowa City, I love the people there, but it seemed for quite some time that they didn’t love me back.
Last week my wonderful grandfather had an aneurism burst. He was rushed to the Mayo Clinic and given a twenty percent chance to live. He’s been in the hospital for the last week, but is hoping to go home soon. Because he’s a stubborn badass. Whisky and a pipe. Before I left, I had the idea of interviewing him, and having an audio history of him, and my grandmother, and our family, and I still love the idea. I hope to do some recording soon, whenever I get back to the states.
Last weekend my amazing girlfriend/partner/best friend made a decision, the best one for her, and broke it off. I’m in a horrible state, but I can’t blame her. Remember when I said that anyone who knew me in Iowa knew I was miserable there? She had to live with that, for years, and she was incredible and supportive through all of it. I don’t blame her, and while I still love her more than anything, I respect her decision.
I don’t know what will happen next winter when I decide if I stay here or leave. Maybe I’ll stay. Maybe I’ll move to New York and try to be a thirty two year old production assistant. Maybe I’ll go into fine woodworking (I’m completely serious about this.) Maybe I’ll go back to Iowa and try to scrape something out. I have no idea.
For anyone who’s had to deal with me in the last week or so please accept my humblest apologies.
Whatever happens, like Grandpa Skaden, I’ll remain stoic and stubborn. And fuck anyone who says otherwise. Badass runs in the family.