Back to the same ol' grind
Things haven't changed about my attitude at work. Not that I expected it to post Phils, but I'm even more a-d-d than I was before. I have a lot of work to catch up on, but I'm waiting on other folks to be available so I can meet with them to do the catch up work. Whatever. I'm in no rush. Things still feel unsettled back in Seattle...I'm still processing everything that I experienced on top of processing all the other organizational stuff that still needs to be rectified. There's a lot to think about. Health wise, I'm re-covering from a really bad cold that I caught during the tailend of the trip. Exposure to frion from the AC broke down my immune system. I'm feeling little better, but I still have that "man-voice" thing going on. Talked to Onion today, and she's actually down in my hometown in Cali. What a small world. That's 2 people now from Seattle that has actually spent time in Oxnard. What a trip. Got a phone call this morning that there was a car accident. I hope he's ok. Apparently the person who was rear ended was a little shaken up. Had lunch with Ron today at our special view point. We got attacked by the yellow jackets...which happens to be the mascot for oxnard high school...that was a random thought, but yea, we had to eat in the car instead of out in the sun. sorry mia if it smells like kauai family restaurant in your car. speaking of which I need to catch up with her about her vacay to hawaii. parents watched some of the video footage that I brought back, and instead of turning a cold shoulder they actually watched and listened to some of my stories. they kinda got nervous whenever they saw scenes of military or rallies, so they kep quiet and didn't ask much questions. I guess my family in the phils got on my parents about allowing me to do what i do. they were trippin' and kept saying that what I did in the phils was dangerous. i don't think i've ever felt more safe than in the comfort and security of kasamas. it was the most beautiful experience of my life. geeze, I use the word "beautiful" a lot. the images left in my head are very multilayered. the time spent felt like I was there for ages. i miss everyone that i met, and believe it or not, i miss the smell, the sounds, the traffic, and most of all the people. i miss everything about it. I wanted to stay...a kasama actually quit her job in the middle of ism because she wanted to extend her stay there...I actually seriously considered doing the same...things back home seemed almost irrelevant, but I had to come back, the unfinished business and the need to share and bring back what we all experienced..that's the responsbility of any exposurist. Without sharing or reporting back to those who need to hear it, what's the point of going in the first place?