In trying to make this space more accommodating to both my art as well as my general thoughts on daily living, I have found that every step in the right direction has a few feet of elevation with it as well. This site and more broadly, my own art, will not be for everyone. However on this ever shifting digital megastructure, I am confident I can carve out my own niche. I hope in a few years I can look back on this blog and think “holy hot damn why was I so self aware in these posts?”

Regardless, this is the first post in a blog that I plan on continuously adding to in the future. Going forward I have plans to select a couple of days a week for art and for maybe just my own rambling.

For now, let’s see where I am at presently speaking. More for me then anything else, considering how absolutely down the toilet my fluid memory is.

In October of 2024 I moved to the Pacific North West to live with my sister, who at the time was attending a college here in the small valley-town of Wenatchee. Since then, I have been fired from a job (again), and have contemplated a shotgun wedding in Canada for no reason and totally not related to the election back in November of 2024. On the bright side, my apartment was next to this really bitchin’ bike trail that was basically 25 miles if you did the loop plus the stretch to Lincoln Rock State Park or just 10 miles if you’re like me and said you’d do the 25 but your knees starting aching by the sixth mile. Apart from that, there was also our friends who lived in the Hills towards Cashmere, and my sister’s surrogate parents for part of her college time here in Wenatchee. They were really good folks, almost made me believe the rest of the town was like them.

In any case, I plan on moving back to the Midwest here soon. I have a couple of job interviews for some summer work in case living in the Windy City of Chicago is, financially speaking, out of the question for the time being. While I think I’d visit Omaha, I don’t think I’ll ever truly live there again. It’s a great city, underappreciated as all hell, but having lived there for two decades I can plainly say the wonder has certainly worn with time. My idea going forward is to see what the City of Chicago has, considering most of my friends and family are holed up there, it’s close to a body of water, as well as the aforementioned Canadian border. I have always loved the dense city, there is comfort in its claustrophobia, and has been my promised land, so-to-speak. I can’t really explain why, I’m drawn to it in an almost supernatural pull.

At the time of writing this, I am sitting at my desk and listening to Sigur Ros. I am kind of content right now basking in the uncertainty of unemployment and uncomfortably laying on my side from the weight of performative independence. Although much of what I am feeling now is overshadowed by the simultaneous and maybe misplaced excitement I feel for going somewhere new. It feels like I’m standing at the precipice of a new path every single day, and while somedays I feel like hibernating for a few days, I think that I am finally starting to heal. It sounds so corny, and yeah it probably is, but hey rarely does life let you start over, why not try it out?

-Jimmi