gregory . 24 years old / denver . colorado
so far, my having more free time hasn't really encouraged me to get this work done on time every day. i have been enjoying every second of the last few days, though. every second, which is an awfully nice thing to be able to say. in the midst of packing and downsizing and planning, i did make my way out into the world of strangers. i walked around for nearly an hour, came up empty handed, and had to pause the search to pick up a friend from work. then i decided to hunt for the day's new friend in a different neighborhood - taking advantage of new backgrounds and the adventure of not knowing every foot of every street.
i asked an older gentleman if he might be willing to be the day's stranger. he was very friendly and told me that if i was still in the area in about 30 minutes then he would be up for it. i wasn't up for waiting the half an hour, so i told him that i would "leave it up to the gods" and see if i found anyone in the meantime. i walked on and, just a few blocks later, saw a young man sitting on a chair on a front porch. he was filling out some paperwork and looked as if he might have a few minutes to spare.
i told him what i was up to and asked him to be the day's stranger. he said he was up for it. greg told me he was working for the u.s. census as an enumerator. i didn't realize until a few minutes later that he was actually working right then. we were standing on someone else's porch - someone who obviously hadn't completed their census form. there was a brief moment of concern when a car parked in front of the home, but it turned out to be ok as it was just a neighbor.
greg is from new hampshire. we discovered that we grew up in the same town. i moved in and out of the town of nashua for several years and we attended different school systems, but still, it was interesting to share that history. greg studied real estate in connecticut and graduated the year the market crashed. he said he would have more than likely been a lot better off had he graduated one year earlier. things do have a way of working out, though. or maybe it's just that we have a way of making the very best of lousy situations. either way, greg had a good attitude and a ready smile - a couple of tools that very often come in handy.
he made two close friends during a study abroad program in italy. during their time there, the three of them decided to move somewhere together and, out of all of the places to go, they chose denver. greg said he likes it here. we probably could have talked for a lot longer, but greg was in the middle of working and, well, we were on a stranger's porch.
thanks for taking the time to chat, greg.
so far, my having more free time hasn't really encouraged me to get this work done on time every day. i have been enjoying every second of the last few days, though. every second, which is an awfully nice thing to be able to say. in the midst of packing and downsizing and planning, i did make my way out into the world of strangers. i walked around for nearly an hour, came up empty handed, and had to pause the search to pick up a friend from work. then i decided to hunt for the day's new friend in a different neighborhood - taking advantage of new backgrounds and the adventure of not knowing every foot of every street.
i asked an older gentleman if he might be willing to be the day's stranger. he was very friendly and told me that if i was still in the area in about 30 minutes then he would be up for it. i wasn't up for waiting the half an hour, so i told him that i would "leave it up to the gods" and see if i found anyone in the meantime. i walked on and, just a few blocks later, saw a young man sitting on a chair on a front porch. he was filling out some paperwork and looked as if he might have a few minutes to spare.
i told him what i was up to and asked him to be the day's stranger. he said he was up for it. greg told me he was working for the u.s. census as an enumerator. i didn't realize until a few minutes later that he was actually working right then. we were standing on someone else's porch - someone who obviously hadn't completed their census form. there was a brief moment of concern when a car parked in front of the home, but it turned out to be ok as it was just a neighbor.
greg is from new hampshire. we discovered that we grew up in the same town. i moved in and out of the town of nashua for several years and we attended different school systems, but still, it was interesting to share that history. greg studied real estate in connecticut and graduated the year the market crashed. he said he would have more than likely been a lot better off had he graduated one year earlier. things do have a way of working out, though. or maybe it's just that we have a way of making the very best of lousy situations. either way, greg had a good attitude and a ready smile - a couple of tools that very often come in handy.
he made two close friends during a study abroad program in italy. during their time there, the three of them decided to move somewhere together and, out of all of the places to go, they chose denver. greg said he likes it here. we probably could have talked for a lot longer, but greg was in the middle of working and, well, we were on a stranger's porch.
thanks for taking the time to chat, greg.
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