Such Is Life
I went to Puerto Rico. I got a call around noon saying they had bought a ticket for me and by midnight I was a thousand feet in the air. Puerto Rico was beautiful and strange. It wasn't as uninhabited as Costa Rica but I still hiked in the rainforest, hoping Ashley didn't fall down the cliff and went kayaking at night through the mangrove forests. It was definately nice to be playing on a beach with white sand and clear blue water in December after a terrible semester. I almost acted like myself.
I'm at my mother's house in Comfort (40 miles north of San Antonio). My brother is here, and I addressed his Christmas present to "Gringo" and he signed mine from "Gringo." My mom has been teaching us improper words in Spanish.
It's strange though. I am bringing my car to school this coming semester because I am having to go to a lot of different doctors and I want to be able to escape to Arkansas or Florida after a long week of school. When I go back I have an appointment discussing different medications for my reoccuring problem of internal cysts. I have to discuss either medications or some sort of therapy for whatever imbalance I've created in myself. I feel like I'm Conor Oberst, only not a drunk. Hopefully I'll be as hardcore as Keith Richards.
In between discussions of how cooking only makes messes and how New Orleans is full of drunks, my mom actually said something profound. I love being proven wrong. Too bad half the time I don't know who's right.
I wish the best for everyone.