I'd follow you to the river that washes out to the sea
I'm always tempted to start off these entries by commenting on how crazy fast time has gone. But the fact that we're already in March speaks for itself.
My time in Colombia back in December and January felt more like a solemn denouement than the wildly fun, happy trip I was expecting. Not that I didn't have fun-- I did, and it's always good to be back with the family-- but it seems like I was arriving at the conclusion of what I knew for so many years as my family's dynamic.
The biggest changes have to do with moving. It seems like everybody's leaving Barranquilla. My mom-- once a pillar of the entire family, regardless of the fact that she wasn't even married to my dad anymore-- is moving away to another city. My sister hooked up with some dude via youtube and they're moving to England together (after having spent a couple months in the East coast of the United States). My dad, having separated from his wife last year and now moving into divorce proceedings, is a single man again. He's also discovered the internet. So now we've come to partake in that time-honored father-son tradition of exchanging youtube videos.
It's weird. It was a great time, as usual. But I really did feel like after this trip, nothing was ever going to be the same. Everybody seemed to be in a state of transition. And I was, at first, terrified by the notion. If I end up visiting Colombia again this Christmas, I really have no idea what to expect at this point.
Buenos Aires welcomed me back like a reluctant relative. My first month was particularly difficult. It always happens when I come back from one entire month of not really doing anything into the daily grind. My situation at work has shifted ever so slightly to make things more economically and personally rewarding, at the cost of added stress levels and a pretty fucked up sleep schedule.
If there's one thing I can say is, I've been the happiest I've been for a long time. And I think that has to do with the company I'm keeping. I guess matters of the heart really do color your perception of everything else. As much craziness as has surrounded me the last few months, I've had a nice little pillar of sanity keeping me here. Glad and happy and hopelessly hopeful.
My time in Colombia back in December and January felt more like a solemn denouement than the wildly fun, happy trip I was expecting. Not that I didn't have fun-- I did, and it's always good to be back with the family-- but it seems like I was arriving at the conclusion of what I knew for so many years as my family's dynamic.
The biggest changes have to do with moving. It seems like everybody's leaving Barranquilla. My mom-- once a pillar of the entire family, regardless of the fact that she wasn't even married to my dad anymore-- is moving away to another city. My sister hooked up with some dude via youtube and they're moving to England together (after having spent a couple months in the East coast of the United States). My dad, having separated from his wife last year and now moving into divorce proceedings, is a single man again. He's also discovered the internet. So now we've come to partake in that time-honored father-son tradition of exchanging youtube videos.
It's weird. It was a great time, as usual. But I really did feel like after this trip, nothing was ever going to be the same. Everybody seemed to be in a state of transition. And I was, at first, terrified by the notion. If I end up visiting Colombia again this Christmas, I really have no idea what to expect at this point.
Buenos Aires welcomed me back like a reluctant relative. My first month was particularly difficult. It always happens when I come back from one entire month of not really doing anything into the daily grind. My situation at work has shifted ever so slightly to make things more economically and personally rewarding, at the cost of added stress levels and a pretty fucked up sleep schedule.
If there's one thing I can say is, I've been the happiest I've been for a long time. And I think that has to do with the company I'm keeping. I guess matters of the heart really do color your perception of everything else. As much craziness as has surrounded me the last few months, I've had a nice little pillar of sanity keeping me here. Glad and happy and hopelessly hopeful.