Friday, January 06, 2006

World Social Forum.

Caracas. (Or Mali, or Pakistan...)

Be there, with me.

Our thoughts: bus Managua-Panama City. Ferry to Colombia. Bus to Caracas. We will do it.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Going home, coming back.

So, at first, going home seemed like it would be double culture shock squeezed into just over two weeks, and the prospect was actually more exhausting than relaxing.

It actually turned out to be amazing in that neither of those apprehensions were fulfilled. It was shocking to experience the wastefulness that is the states; the expensiveness that is new york and the flagrancy with which so many people flaunt their wealth. everything was big and clean and well run, well, until the transit strike, which made me happy for a brief moment that there was still some chaos, and you know, organized labor left in this country, although of course the way the strike ended was rephrensible and disheartening.

It was also comforting to remember that there are people in the world whose presence I enjoy so much that no matter what, I feel reinvigorated and happy with the realization that it was well worth the hundreds (thousands?) of miles and dollars spent coming to see them. I also remembered how fascinating the evolution of relationships can be, especially those unexpected friendships. For instance, a friend of a friend in DC has become one of my rocks in New York; a friend that I had been meeting up with every few months for wonderful sex has actually become a loyal, (platonic!) part of my life. Hanging out with him, in the wee hours the morning before I left, we affirmed for each other how much we've changed each others' lives.

And being back here, well I'd already decided not to have regrets, but I am just filled with this sense that I'm right where I want to be. I'm working on my first article, and have started setting up meetings to get my project rolling. Seeing my love was also worth the wait; we had been in surprisingly good touch, and I look forward to continuously discovering him. We have even started discussing writing a book together! Not sure if there any serious prospects for that, but I don't know why not.

Also, I now own 46 iron and wine songs. obsessed, much? i was going to quote some lyrics but that's a little too 14 year old girl.

time for bed!