The Personal Website of Jeremy Boles

I’m not quite ready to head back to Missouri yet.

Quiet mornings are always lovely, wherever I am.

Connecting with old friends while far away. I’m not sure why I’m able to be much more social when away from home.

After a jet-lag-induced slow morning, I’m finally out for a walk around the city. When I was here in the past, I’d not spent much time in this part of the city, but since my last trip here I feel like I’ve gotten to know this neighborhood a little bit.

There’s a franticness to leaving home this time that usually isn’t present for me when I travel. There’s got to be something I’m forgetting.

Sometimes I do get nostalgic for things, but you know what…? Old software is just as buggy and unusable as all of these here-today-gone-tomorrow web apps.

Like a college student outfitting their dorm room, I pulled two chairs out of someone’s trash tonight while on my walk and carried them all the way home.

I’m starting to understand that, at the moment, my most urgent tasks are doing things that give me more space to think or provide me room to be intentional.

I took eight bags of clothes to the thrift store this evening… eight bags.

The house is starting to fill up with small piles of things to pack… cords, books, gifts, clothes, etc. Travel is looming, and I’m excited.

I went on a side quest last week and didn’t work on my website much. But now I’m ready to pick things back up and get things in order for my trip next week. Lately, I’ve had so much fun making software for myself, or for just me and another. It’s been soul-cleansing after six years in the corporate software world.

I’m apparently at the age where the bodies of me and everyone I know around the same age are starting to show serious signs of wear.

It’s just sort of sinking in that today is the first Father’s Day since the divorce.

I’ve worked on a lot of small, personal projects… which has been great! I have, however, put little time into anything that would support my livelihood.

Home ownership is the gift that keeps on giving. Three broken windows, one leaky toilet, one flooded basement, and a partridge in a pear tree.

My mind has been jumping around between too many projects lately. I ought to take some time to weed out and wrap up some of these things.

It’s all fun and games until someone shames you for having green bubbles in their messages.

I’ve been doing a lot of creative coding and general building lately, and I feel like part of my soul has finally returned to me.

Some nights are just grilled-cheese-for-dinner nights.

It was violent, and there was even some sadness and regret, but I mowed over the small rose garden that I didn’t have the time or energy to maintain.