Today is travel day again. I wish i would have waited to buy my ticket to brazil, but eh I´m excited to see my dad. Of course, i procrastinated and didn´t pack until an hour before I had to leave. I got everything done and still had 30 min left til i absolutely had to leave. So I figured I should be clean for my travels and jumped in the shower. Everything is done. I´m all packed and my ipod is getting it´s final charge at the charging station, plug in dealy by the door. I´m showered and dressed. I feel excited to go. I said goodbye to my new friends. I checked out of the hostel. They gave me a free minihostel membership which will give me 10percent off if i come back again or stay at any participating hostels. I´m bouncy and ready to go. I grab my backpack, my purse and my jacket. i ran out the door happy to have made some new friends and excited to start a new adventure. Walking down the street with a spring in my step dispíte the 30lb backpack on my shoulders (yeah i brought too much). I am hoping that i can get to the bus station by taxi for the last 15 pesos I have. I walk to the major street, past a news stand with the regular topshelf porn displayed right in front. I got to pondering the differenced between this culture in Argentina and my own and really it´s the similarities that peak my interest the most. I´m thinking this as the turn the corner of the news stand to make my way to the curb and i see a woman holding her 2-3 year old little girl under her armpits and around her knees angling her in such a way that she is peeing on a tree growing out of the sidewalk.
In the street. In the middle of the city. I looked around and another women was kind of eh... but didn´t seem too bothered and I looked back at the little girl and her mom shook her off and pulled up her little baby pants with out even wiping her off. Ewww. WTF. That´s when my blinking began. It´s all I had. I don´t know these people. What if i start shaking my head and this lady pulls out a knife and cuts me. I mean she let her kid pee in the street-on a tree-a little girl, who knows what kind of violence she will allow her children to witness. So, I blink. Letting this this thought and many others turn over in my head as i wait for my taxi to approach.
Getting to the bus...So the station was further than i remembered and I only had 15 pesos(5 bucks) So I am begging some force, unknown to me, to let me get all the way to the station. The taxi sits at red light after red light. I am watching the meter go up and up. Climbing in 20 centavo incriments. The driver, perhaps sensing my worries took it upon himself to talk my mind off my money troubles by continuesly risking my life with movie style, high speed chase type mad driving. There were no lanes in this drivers eye, the road was his. No semi-trucks, no speed zone could stop him. No ease of the horn would help us in these times, blasting it was best, shit laying on it even better. We bobbed and weaved like a fucking pinball through traffic liken to 1-5 between seattle and everrett. There were people on bikes, in the road. Si I got to worry about me and the people on the bikes and awww...there was a doggy, on the sidewalk, running with a hurt leg that he was holding up close to his body. This dog got me back to thinking about the differences in culture that occur because of lack of means and accessibility and how it´s fucked up that I know in the swtates that dog would be "rescued", caught and treated and sent to a foster home with dogs until it would be adopted, which would be soon, after all its trendy, just because, like me, everyone would go, "awww....poor puppy". All of this would happen to this dog yet and thousands of others yet kids come into the hospital being abused and fucked with and we tease them for 2 weeks and send them home. Means, accessibility. Who´s cause do you get behind? How do you decide what´s worthy? At what point do you accept a sense of powerlesness? I guess we get busy, we can only do so much...Shit, i can´t believe I am not dead. I´m thinking all this way faster than you read it and way way faster than i typed it out. I´m whipping around town at the whim of my driver, who scares me, and could for all i know be dragging me the long way to bleed me of a couple more dollars. It´s overwhelming. I´m starting to freak out. Just stop, I think. Who the fuck cares if i have to tell him to stop at 15 pesos worth of time? I´ll figure it out. I can walk. So I calm down POOF. in the firing of some super essential synapse that qued the WTF sequence "you need to chill" wooshed over my brain like a wave. Ok, we are at 12 pesos now and I don´t see the bus station. The stop lights are closer and closer together and the traffic is getting thicker, I am afraid we will be mounting the car next to us during the next turn...fuck....Then i see it. AHHHHH....did you hear the music? was it harps or angels singing? Terminal de omnibus! Woohoo. Then we drive past it. I begin preparing my spanish in my head...ayudame means help....all the while picturing my body being found on a dock...shit....this is fucking stress. "Terminal Omnibus" sign hangs in the sky over our lane of traffic. Relief is quick! Damn i gotta calm down. no one is going to kill me-the meter is at 14 shit. I wanna tell him to let me out know, but i´m in the middle of like 12 lanes of traffic. Ok, i gotta tell this guy. "To tengo solamente quince pesos." which i doubt is correct, but i hold up the money. He says its ok, we are here. Sure as shit, i take a look around and there we are. k more for this one but i gotta go, finish later. i miss everyone!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
10/22/2008-1945
My last day in Buenos Aires. I am sad to be saying good bye to this city, I am definitely going to come back after brazil to learn spanish. I never understood how important it is to know multiple languages. Almost everyone in this hostel knows 3 languages! 3. i thought that was something that only happened in movies. I ventured out today and visited the Plaza de Mayo, google it. It was so old and beautiful. Veterans were protesting in the square and they were beating drums and police where everywhere groups of them marching in riot gear it was kinda weird I was looking around to see if maybe something was happening and I didnt get it, but no everyone was happy and playing, its just how they do. I then went to Av Santa Fe for some window shopping in la Recoleta. I went to the cemetario de la recoleta and saw where evita and thousands of other argentinians are laid to rest. I ate at mcdonalds, which was stupid expensive, a kids meal with an extra water was 8 american dollars. but omg. they make the kids cheese burgers plain. but they toast the bun and melt the cheese, it was like the best burger ever! i wanted to go buy 5 more! the fries actually tasted like potatoes! it was the best mcdonalds food i've ever had i think. I walked and walked and got some pictures, I´m still working on getting them off my camera. I got stuck on the subway during rush hour with an upset stomach....that was fun. Now I gotta go pack to see my dad! A good nights sleep and a 24 hour bus ride and i'll be in Brazil! I can´t wait to see the beach!
10/21/08-1900
I just woke up from my second nap of the day. I sat around watching movies all day catching up on sleep. it has been dark, cloudy, thunder, lightning and rain all day. The rain late up late in the evening and i ran to the store for some more water and cup o noodles, yeah! I bought oreos too, but they aren´t the same...lazy days woot.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
10/20/08-1700
Being in a hostel kind of freaks me out. I feel like a patient at franklin house, the only thing missing is daily vitals. I´m in a building where i don´t know anyone and I really don´t know why they are here and at least once a day someone comes up to me babbling and I have no idea what they are saying (much the same as the interaction between a pt and his dr). Sometimes I´m checking peoples shoes for laces, i haven´t seen any zip ties yet and the only attention seeking i´ve observed appears to be normal.
I left the obelisco hostel today, i didn´t like it there too much it was formal and lame. I came to Hostel1one in a different barrio, san telmo. I was so tired from my binge drinking hostelmates that i didnt notice i was at my stop until the last second, when i jump up with all the strength and nearly fall backwards and then lundged at the door just in time for it to slam shut on the only jacket i brought with me. Some very kind girl helped me pull it back inside before the damn train started going 100 miles an hour. I then got a lecture in spanish about how i shouldn´t do that, it´s not safe, you should stand up and be ready....and lots of other stuff i didnt understand because the speech was in spanish. So i sat down redfaced and embarrased and rode until my stop came back up. The hostel was a ways from the station so i walked and walked....and got lost and got directions. The streets were covered, absolutely in shit! Dog shit everywhere, it was nasty! So after wading throught the dog shit and walking 3 blocks too far, i found it.
Hostel 1one. It is a minihostel. It's like a big apartment in this really cool old building. It has exposted brick and beams, way high ceilings, wood floors, lot's of fire places, and then gold chandeliers from the 60's with plastic jewels, all mismatched furninture, and its own little grey and white kitty. The other travelers are really nice and laid back. A guy from colombia, a guy from basque country, a girl from brazil, and another girl from denmark, another guy from peru, and there were some italians, but they left. There is one living room and everyone pretty much hangs out there together. i feel much more comfortable now. I am so hungry though I haven´t eaten more than breakfast since friday. i'm going to the store. Oh this is so funny. The rules for the tv and computer:
I left the obelisco hostel today, i didn´t like it there too much it was formal and lame. I came to Hostel1one in a different barrio, san telmo. I was so tired from my binge drinking hostelmates that i didnt notice i was at my stop until the last second, when i jump up with all the strength and nearly fall backwards and then lundged at the door just in time for it to slam shut on the only jacket i brought with me. Some very kind girl helped me pull it back inside before the damn train started going 100 miles an hour. I then got a lecture in spanish about how i shouldn´t do that, it´s not safe, you should stand up and be ready....and lots of other stuff i didnt understand because the speech was in spanish. So i sat down redfaced and embarrased and rode until my stop came back up. The hostel was a ways from the station so i walked and walked....and got lost and got directions. The streets were covered, absolutely in shit! Dog shit everywhere, it was nasty! So after wading throught the dog shit and walking 3 blocks too far, i found it.
Hostel 1one. It is a minihostel. It's like a big apartment in this really cool old building. It has exposted brick and beams, way high ceilings, wood floors, lot's of fire places, and then gold chandeliers from the 60's with plastic jewels, all mismatched furninture, and its own little grey and white kitty. The other travelers are really nice and laid back. A guy from colombia, a guy from basque country, a girl from brazil, and another girl from denmark, another guy from peru, and there were some italians, but they left. There is one living room and everyone pretty much hangs out there together. i feel much more comfortable now. I am so hungry though I haven´t eaten more than breakfast since friday. i'm going to the store. Oh this is so funny. The rules for the tv and computer:
The music and television are there to be used by the guests but please respect others by only using the TV and CD player at these times:
Sunday to Thursday until 01:00 am
Friday and Saturday until 4:00 am
Sunday to Thursday until 01:00 am
Friday and Saturday until 4:00 am
0400...
2 of the girls invited me out for drinks with them. We went to a little smoke filled bar and met a bunch of people. I talked to a guy from the Sudan for a long time, he was really nice. We laughed and played after a few beers i wasnt as nervous to speak my horrible spanish. Then we proceeded to get drunk and went back to the hostel and collected more people and went to a club. They had a local live band and the drummers bass was a box, it sounded good though. then they played like american pop music and it was dancing time. People arent as skanky dancing as in the states and girls put up with a lot more shit and they do it nicely. it was very fun, but at 4am another guy from the hostel and I called it quits while the others carried on. What´s crazy is these people stay out til early morning and then get up and go to work at a normal time, they just dont sleep. crazy.
2 of the girls invited me out for drinks with them. We went to a little smoke filled bar and met a bunch of people. I talked to a guy from the Sudan for a long time, he was really nice. We laughed and played after a few beers i wasnt as nervous to speak my horrible spanish. Then we proceeded to get drunk and went back to the hostel and collected more people and went to a club. They had a local live band and the drummers bass was a box, it sounded good though. then they played like american pop music and it was dancing time. People arent as skanky dancing as in the states and girls put up with a lot more shit and they do it nicely. it was very fun, but at 4am another guy from the hostel and I called it quits while the others carried on. What´s crazy is these people stay out til early morning and then get up and go to work at a normal time, they just dont sleep. crazy.
10/19/08-i don´t know what time
Today was a busy day. During the night the clocks went ahead, today is the first day of summer, and it is mother´s day here. The hostel serves breakfast. It was cereal that is kinda like frosted flakes, coffee, tang, tea, and 2 kinds of bread.The bread comes with3 condiments: butter, dolce de leche, and some dairy substance that was like a swiss flavored cream cheese, but the consistency of gummy nacho cheese-sounds gross but it was really good.
Buying a bus ticket. It costs 90 centavosto ride the Subte(subway). Because it was sunday some of the smaller station entrances were closed. I went all over before i found out i was just on the wrong side of the first building...dedeede. Bonus though, i got to see more of downtown. There are alot of huge buildings and advertising everywhere and shit tons of burgerkings. The malls downtown are called galleries and it is basically an extention of the shitty shops on street. I heard that better shopping is outside the area, so there is hope. Once i finally got into the Subte I headed to El Retiro which is where the Omnibus station terminal is located. On the walk out of the subway I saw a kid sleeping in this concrete hole behind this big adversitesment board. It scared the shit out of me, it was sad. I didn´t know which way to go, but I just went. Happened to be the correct dierection after a few blocks of wading through a huge crowd of people, hot dog vendors, bakery´s, a mercado, a butchery all sorts of stuff I found the place! It was so exciting just to arrive at the place I wanted to go! Hooray I navigated! The bus station is bigger than the boise airport. I found the international companies and found the best price and bought myself a ticket! the bus ride will take 24 hours and it cost 120 american dollars. I sprang for the fancy seats that lay all the way back :) On they way out of the bus station there was a dog sleeping in the middle of the floor, everyone just walked around it, no big deal. When i headed back to the hostel i found my favorite gum at the news stand, trident splash strawberry lime, es muy deliciosa!
Benefits of International Travel. I realized today that as long as I am in South America I am not going to see any patients that I know. It´s so comforting. It´s really fun to practice spanish, everyone is really nice when i screw it up. hehe that reminds meof the girl that i bought some socks from. She was ringing the socks up in a computer,pushing all these buttons and is starting to look frustrated, then she called out for the other girl working in the store. She comes over to me , sighs and said,"ah, I screwed it!" It was so goddamn hilarious. I almost cried and then i felt bad and told her how to say it right.
Other travelers. I met a girl from New York who said that crime was bad here. She said on her first day some guy tried one of her friends bags and then another girl she met had been robbed twice in just a few days. She was snobby and upity though. I don´t think i need to worry about what a girl totting around an armload of Christian Lacroix bags has to say.
Travel tip! Study up on local fashion trends. Lack of doing so will severely diminish the accuracy of your GAYDAR. It´s pretty metrosexual here, more than i´m used to anyway. If you are a hostelling international member you get10% off your bus ticket fares,I learned that like an hour after i bought my ticket. Ask for discounts. If they say no you can always find something to pee on just so everything is even... :)
The night. I was in a room with a bunch of alcoholics They were up and down and in and out, i got shit for sleep! stupid hostel full of kids.
Buying a bus ticket. It costs 90 centavosto ride the Subte(subway). Because it was sunday some of the smaller station entrances were closed. I went all over before i found out i was just on the wrong side of the first building...dedeede. Bonus though, i got to see more of downtown. There are alot of huge buildings and advertising everywhere and shit tons of burgerkings. The malls downtown are called galleries and it is basically an extention of the shitty shops on street. I heard that better shopping is outside the area, so there is hope. Once i finally got into the Subte I headed to El Retiro which is where the Omnibus station terminal is located. On the walk out of the subway I saw a kid sleeping in this concrete hole behind this big adversitesment board. It scared the shit out of me, it was sad. I didn´t know which way to go, but I just went. Happened to be the correct dierection after a few blocks of wading through a huge crowd of people, hot dog vendors, bakery´s, a mercado, a butchery all sorts of stuff I found the place! It was so exciting just to arrive at the place I wanted to go! Hooray I navigated! The bus station is bigger than the boise airport. I found the international companies and found the best price and bought myself a ticket! the bus ride will take 24 hours and it cost 120 american dollars. I sprang for the fancy seats that lay all the way back :) On they way out of the bus station there was a dog sleeping in the middle of the floor, everyone just walked around it, no big deal. When i headed back to the hostel i found my favorite gum at the news stand, trident splash strawberry lime, es muy deliciosa!
Benefits of International Travel. I realized today that as long as I am in South America I am not going to see any patients that I know. It´s so comforting. It´s really fun to practice spanish, everyone is really nice when i screw it up. hehe that reminds meof the girl that i bought some socks from. She was ringing the socks up in a computer,pushing all these buttons and is starting to look frustrated, then she called out for the other girl working in the store. She comes over to me , sighs and said,"ah, I screwed it!" It was so goddamn hilarious. I almost cried and then i felt bad and told her how to say it right.
Other travelers. I met a girl from New York who said that crime was bad here. She said on her first day some guy tried one of her friends bags and then another girl she met had been robbed twice in just a few days. She was snobby and upity though. I don´t think i need to worry about what a girl totting around an armload of Christian Lacroix bags has to say.
Travel tip! Study up on local fashion trends. Lack of doing so will severely diminish the accuracy of your GAYDAR. It´s pretty metrosexual here, more than i´m used to anyway. If you are a hostelling international member you get10% off your bus ticket fares,I learned that like an hour after i bought my ticket. Ask for discounts. If they say no you can always find something to pee on just so everything is even... :)
The night. I was in a room with a bunch of alcoholics They were up and down and in and out, i got shit for sleep! stupid hostel full of kids.
10/18/08-1400
I arrived in Buenos Aires. After my final 10 hour flight, uck. I'm glad that's over and I am already dreading the return trip 6 months from now. I retrieved my backpack and bought some money at the airport, don´t do that unless you absolutely have to, the exchange rate was soooo bad. Just bring american dollars, almost everywhere in the city will take it. I paid for my room and bus ticket, and socks with american money, i had to stop though, cause now i have too many pesos from all the change. Which brings me to another travel tip, don´t forget your credit card when you go out! I went shopping on La Valle, it is a pedestrian only street, lined with shops and restaurants. There is a lot of diversity here. Older people were dressed really nice and teenagers were in tshirts with piercings all over their faces. The hostel obelisco is old and fancy. It is all marble and white and grey. I was in a single room today withthe tiniest bed ever,but it felt so good after being stuck on all those planes. I mostly slept all day, nothing cool to report.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
10/17/08-1330
Where: In the air
Destination: Houston, Tx
People have been very accommodating so far. I'm still in the states. I got sandwiched between a whole gang of people with kids and babies, but i think the 1 mg of ativan, Heather talked me into extended my tolerance. I got 2 hours of sleep at home last night. I arrived at the airport shortly after 5am. It was a really nice morning, still dark, but brisk and dewy. Sitting and waiting at the gate I saw some familiar faces. I saw the guy with the really tall hair that works at the watch kiosk at the mall. I saw a sitter from the hospital and one of the security guys from al's, we didn't chat. Seeing them was my last goodbye to my people, boise folks. I passed the time before boarding by sticking on my motion sickness patch on, that can be difficult, i found.
Da Da DAAAAA....Then it became time to Board. Time to go. Leave. Spend all my money that took me a year to save. I'm keep telling myself, "you're not gonna die, you're not gonna die". Then i think no, gotta be positive right, " the plane ride will be fun and you will arrive alive" then the word alive reminds me of being dead and I have to start all over. Positive affirmations don't work at 5 in the morning when you have to get on a plane.
Flying. I got my own isle of 3 seats on my 6:20 am flight to Seattle. It was pimp. I was sad that they only offered orange juice or coffee during early morning flights. I have a habit of only drinking 7up/sprite while in the air. It started when i was little and traveling with my parents. I've done it every flight I remember being on. It's fun to carry out my small tradition while in the air. It's like one of those old nescafe commercials. I sit back, sipping and thinking of that first alaska airlines flight. I recall the seats, which seemed large and comfy at the time and so rad because they reclined. Then i think of the tiny cups, even smaller than these southwest ones, they had a very rough textured exterior. Inside the cup was always...tiny icecubes and fucking 7up. Southwest and ruined my trip and hexed me! I want my pop! Everytime I would slowly sip my 7up making that 4oz last longer than any McDonalds 12oz size. I think i was 8 or 9 the time this image of 7up in the tiny cup stuck in my head. As i've grown older the experience of air travel had become less magical and more terrifying. Scariest of all, is the plane crash...all the different ways it could play out, but the one stays constant, I die. As an adult my connotation of flighing went from adventure and excitement to dread and dismemberment. I understand the risks and benefits of flying just as much as the next person. Traveling by air is a logical solutions to transportation needs, but logic doesn't keep that plane up in the air and it does nothing to quiet the anxiety. Surprisingly my emotions quite easily relieved by a tiny 7up with tiny cylindrical ice cubes and a baby cocktail napkin. Thought blocking, rationalization, not even extreme sleep deprivation can help this paranoia. But a fucking pop, a damn 7up conjures up a positive childhood memory of safety and happiness. These thoughts appease my mind and quiet the nerves, every time. A breakfast flight...disaster. My mind is a pussy and I gotta work on growing some balls. I was gonna close with an ode to this 1mg of ativan coursing through me, but my 7up just arrived. Thank you continental. I feel better. But they can be to blame for any of you reading this garbage, continentals inflight movie is spacechimps followed by everybody loves Raymond, but I hate him. Anyhow, I got outkast in my ear and B.O.B. reminded me of how i watched the sun come up.
Sunrise. When i got to seattle i had to retrieve my pack from baggage claim because I was switching airlines. I checked in for the next fight and checked my bag and went back through security. I passed though into the food court of the SeaTac airport. The back wall of this food court is a massive 3 stories of glass. It looked out on the runway right where the planes took off. The wall was lined with wooden chairs, benches and 1 lone rocking chair. It was oversized and a smooth ride. I watched the sky go from nearly black to dawn and hazy mist and then mostly sunny blue sky. Snowy mountains peeked through the few clouds. I sat, rocked,and watched for 30 min. The last time i watched the sun come up I was 18 and I only did it because a guy i liked asked me to join him. I found the experience peaceful, inspirational, and motivational. I think this trip is going to come with some change on my part. I wanna enjoy the world and not be so busy the grandeur is lost on me. I'm so blessed and lucky the universe has provided so well for me. I have that churchy love of god feeling, you know when you're so happy inside you wanna cry. I'm so thankful for my friends and family, my loved ones. Thank you everyone for your time for me and taking the time to teach me to be a better and happier person. I am better for knowing all of you. Thank you for laughing at my jokes, sometimes a lot of work goes into them. I hope i don't lose my place my place in your lives, but i'm not too worried.
Stressmares. I woke up from a couple min nap. A tiny stressmare it was something like, "dont forget to tell David..." I felt the stress from the weeks and months of preparing for this trip. I don't have to worry anymore. Deep breaths, Deep breaths.I'm here for the moments, the opportunities of everyday.
Thoughts from the writer, me. I wasn't all together sober when i scribbled this in my journal, but i decided i gotta put up everything, drug induced or not. And i'm not spell checking or proofreading. Good luck.
Destination: Houston, Tx
People have been very accommodating so far. I'm still in the states. I got sandwiched between a whole gang of people with kids and babies, but i think the 1 mg of ativan, Heather talked me into extended my tolerance. I got 2 hours of sleep at home last night. I arrived at the airport shortly after 5am. It was a really nice morning, still dark, but brisk and dewy. Sitting and waiting at the gate I saw some familiar faces. I saw the guy with the really tall hair that works at the watch kiosk at the mall. I saw a sitter from the hospital and one of the security guys from al's, we didn't chat. Seeing them was my last goodbye to my people, boise folks. I passed the time before boarding by sticking on my motion sickness patch on, that can be difficult, i found.
Da Da DAAAAA....Then it became time to Board. Time to go. Leave. Spend all my money that took me a year to save. I'm keep telling myself, "you're not gonna die, you're not gonna die". Then i think no, gotta be positive right, " the plane ride will be fun and you will arrive alive" then the word alive reminds me of being dead and I have to start all over. Positive affirmations don't work at 5 in the morning when you have to get on a plane.
Flying. I got my own isle of 3 seats on my 6:20 am flight to Seattle. It was pimp. I was sad that they only offered orange juice or coffee during early morning flights. I have a habit of only drinking 7up/sprite while in the air. It started when i was little and traveling with my parents. I've done it every flight I remember being on. It's fun to carry out my small tradition while in the air. It's like one of those old nescafe commercials. I sit back, sipping and thinking of that first alaska airlines flight. I recall the seats, which seemed large and comfy at the time and so rad because they reclined. Then i think of the tiny cups, even smaller than these southwest ones, they had a very rough textured exterior. Inside the cup was always...tiny icecubes and fucking 7up. Southwest and ruined my trip and hexed me! I want my pop! Everytime I would slowly sip my 7up making that 4oz last longer than any McDonalds 12oz size. I think i was 8 or 9 the time this image of 7up in the tiny cup stuck in my head. As i've grown older the experience of air travel had become less magical and more terrifying. Scariest of all, is the plane crash...all the different ways it could play out, but the one stays constant, I die. As an adult my connotation of flighing went from adventure and excitement to dread and dismemberment. I understand the risks and benefits of flying just as much as the next person. Traveling by air is a logical solutions to transportation needs, but logic doesn't keep that plane up in the air and it does nothing to quiet the anxiety. Surprisingly my emotions quite easily relieved by a tiny 7up with tiny cylindrical ice cubes and a baby cocktail napkin. Thought blocking, rationalization, not even extreme sleep deprivation can help this paranoia. But a fucking pop, a damn 7up conjures up a positive childhood memory of safety and happiness. These thoughts appease my mind and quiet the nerves, every time. A breakfast flight...disaster. My mind is a pussy and I gotta work on growing some balls. I was gonna close with an ode to this 1mg of ativan coursing through me, but my 7up just arrived. Thank you continental. I feel better. But they can be to blame for any of you reading this garbage, continentals inflight movie is spacechimps followed by everybody loves Raymond, but I hate him. Anyhow, I got outkast in my ear and B.O.B. reminded me of how i watched the sun come up.
Sunrise. When i got to seattle i had to retrieve my pack from baggage claim because I was switching airlines. I checked in for the next fight and checked my bag and went back through security. I passed though into the food court of the SeaTac airport. The back wall of this food court is a massive 3 stories of glass. It looked out on the runway right where the planes took off. The wall was lined with wooden chairs, benches and 1 lone rocking chair. It was oversized and a smooth ride. I watched the sky go from nearly black to dawn and hazy mist and then mostly sunny blue sky. Snowy mountains peeked through the few clouds. I sat, rocked,and watched for 30 min. The last time i watched the sun come up I was 18 and I only did it because a guy i liked asked me to join him. I found the experience peaceful, inspirational, and motivational. I think this trip is going to come with some change on my part. I wanna enjoy the world and not be so busy the grandeur is lost on me. I'm so blessed and lucky the universe has provided so well for me. I have that churchy love of god feeling, you know when you're so happy inside you wanna cry. I'm so thankful for my friends and family, my loved ones. Thank you everyone for your time for me and taking the time to teach me to be a better and happier person. I am better for knowing all of you. Thank you for laughing at my jokes, sometimes a lot of work goes into them. I hope i don't lose my place my place in your lives, but i'm not too worried.
Stressmares. I woke up from a couple min nap. A tiny stressmare it was something like, "dont forget to tell David..." I felt the stress from the weeks and months of preparing for this trip. I don't have to worry anymore. Deep breaths, Deep breaths.I'm here for the moments, the opportunities of everyday.
Thoughts from the writer, me. I wasn't all together sober when i scribbled this in my journal, but i decided i gotta put up everything, drug induced or not. And i'm not spell checking or proofreading. Good luck.
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