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Ahhhh. I love Spanish music. I started listening to it over the summer when I was working for that God-forsaken painting company, and despite how miserable it was working for them, looking back I can really appreciate everything I was doing. For one, I'm pretty proud of how much I could hang in there without hearing any English all day except from the huge black lady at McDonald's a couple times a week. I really came to appreciate a lot in my life because of all the bullshit I got put through because I was the little gringo kid who had no idea what to do without being told for the first week, and not to mention the fact that I was pulling 12+ hour days. So much of the whole experience sucked, but in spite of that, I did pick up a greater appreciation for listening to music in my father's language. He's the reason I worked with those guys in the first place, and I was always so proud when I'd come home and we'd both talk (in Spanish a couple times) about what miserable days we had at work that day. It was one of those experiences every son wants so badly growing up, speaking with his father like an equal and feeling like such.
I'm really excited about my trip to Chile over Spring Break. My Spanish class is going very well and I'm picking up so much more now that I'm hearing the language on a regular basis. Maybe this time that I go down there, I can actually talk with my cousins. I don't know a thing about them except what my parents have told me, so in a way this trip might be like meeting them for the first time. A lot has changed since the last time I visited (as could be expected with 8 years between trips).
For some reason, I've felt a very strong surge of attachment to my family lately. I want so badly to be on equal footing with my parents, to speak with them like they can speak with each other and how I've heard them speak to my siblings and me all my life. I want to be close to my brother, and I'm really starting to (at least compared to the lowpoint we hit over the last couple years of high school). Maybe this longing to feel connected to my family is also why I want to play soccer again so badly. Soccer was my childhood. You'd be surprised how much that can sum it up. Now that I'm away from all the politics that pushed me from the game three years ago, I think the time is right for me to try it again. I'm so excited about playing indoor next month, I'm actually going to go practice once I finish writing this. That's right, I'm actually doing drills on my own, something my dad always had to force me to do while I was growing up. If all works out like I hope it will, I'll be training between now and August and trying out for the UGA club team in the fall. Woohoo! Maybe Casey will be trying out with me... and maybe if Ale comes here in a year and a half, we can play together. Well, how about I get past indoor first...
I'm really excited about my trip to Chile over Spring Break. My Spanish class is going very well and I'm picking up so much more now that I'm hearing the language on a regular basis. Maybe this time that I go down there, I can actually talk with my cousins. I don't know a thing about them except what my parents have told me, so in a way this trip might be like meeting them for the first time. A lot has changed since the last time I visited (as could be expected with 8 years between trips).
For some reason, I've felt a very strong surge of attachment to my family lately. I want so badly to be on equal footing with my parents, to speak with them like they can speak with each other and how I've heard them speak to my siblings and me all my life. I want to be close to my brother, and I'm really starting to (at least compared to the lowpoint we hit over the last couple years of high school). Maybe this longing to feel connected to my family is also why I want to play soccer again so badly. Soccer was my childhood. You'd be surprised how much that can sum it up. Now that I'm away from all the politics that pushed me from the game three years ago, I think the time is right for me to try it again. I'm so excited about playing indoor next month, I'm actually going to go practice once I finish writing this. That's right, I'm actually doing drills on my own, something my dad always had to force me to do while I was growing up. If all works out like I hope it will, I'll be training between now and August and trying out for the UGA club team in the fall. Woohoo! Maybe Casey will be trying out with me... and maybe if Ale comes here in a year and a half, we can play together. Well, how about I get past indoor first...