Oh, and by the way
Two of mes amis got tatuajes today. Emma got an Asian symbol (Chinese or Japanese, I'm not sure which.) that means Faith…it’s at the base of her hairline on the back of her neck. Lara got the outline of a horse on her left shoulder blade. I was named honorary photographer and I held Emma’s hand, the pictures are loverly, if I do say so myself. Of course there was a little peer pressure for the always prim and proper Annaliese to get a giant frog on her back. Needless to say I did not succumb. I can’t even remain happy with a hairstyle for more than a few months, I don’t think a permanent picture on my skin would fly after a while. Besides, even though I know now that it really doesn’t hurt that much I’m not about to sit there and endure the pain. Women suffer through enough because of nature, I’m not going to put myself in anymore pain. I might be going to get my hair permed tomorrow, but I haven’t completely decided. Oh…damn…I forgot to make that appointment. Ah, well. I’ll just call in the morning, I don’t think Johan will be horribly busy on a Tuesday. Wouldn’t it be like life though if Tuesdays were the unofficial day for women to visit the salon? Ah well, c’est la vie.
I didn’t talk about Bali. I should talk about the trip to Bali…but I’ve talked about Bali before, with all it’s Australian tourists and cheap things. Although, this trip is the first, maybe the second that I’ve really, really enjoyed bargaining. I also like all the sales women. Well, not all of them. But for the most part they’re so happy and personable. One woman in Ubud even told me that the next time I go to Bali I should stay at her house and she would show me all around the country-side. It’s things like that that really make me want to go places. It’s no fun to travel to a place full of cold and unwelcoming people. Ahh. Costa Rica in 5 days, that’s absolutely no time at all!!!
Today the packers came to put my life into boxes. They boxed everything up and I don’t really have that many breakable things. I’m really only worried about my Turkish tea-set, which is a prized possession of mine and made completely of glass. Other than that there are tons of my clothes, shoes, purses, pictures, some books, and miscellaneous things. I’m hand carrying my entire and extensive jewelry collection, which I’m not really looking forward to but it’s much better than not getting it at all. It hasn’t really sunk in, even now that my stuff’s all gone, that I’m leaving and that I don’t or at least won’t live here any more. My home is in Texas now, and although part of my home was always Texas it feels just as odd as it did saying that Indonesia was my home 2 years ago. And on that slightly melancholy note I’ll sign off to vegetate en frente del television. Nighty night, good mornin’ and anywhere in between.
I didn’t talk about Bali. I should talk about the trip to Bali…but I’ve talked about Bali before, with all it’s Australian tourists and cheap things. Although, this trip is the first, maybe the second that I’ve really, really enjoyed bargaining. I also like all the sales women. Well, not all of them. But for the most part they’re so happy and personable. One woman in Ubud even told me that the next time I go to Bali I should stay at her house and she would show me all around the country-side. It’s things like that that really make me want to go places. It’s no fun to travel to a place full of cold and unwelcoming people. Ahh. Costa Rica in 5 days, that’s absolutely no time at all!!!
Today the packers came to put my life into boxes. They boxed everything up and I don’t really have that many breakable things. I’m really only worried about my Turkish tea-set, which is a prized possession of mine and made completely of glass. Other than that there are tons of my clothes, shoes, purses, pictures, some books, and miscellaneous things. I’m hand carrying my entire and extensive jewelry collection, which I’m not really looking forward to but it’s much better than not getting it at all. It hasn’t really sunk in, even now that my stuff’s all gone, that I’m leaving and that I don’t or at least won’t live here any more. My home is in Texas now, and although part of my home was always Texas it feels just as odd as it did saying that Indonesia was my home 2 years ago. And on that slightly melancholy note I’ll sign off to vegetate en frente del television. Nighty night, good mornin’ and anywhere in between.