outta here!
so in approximately 19 hours i will be leaving Oaxaca. still haven't packed and have to hit the mercados for some last-minute gift shopping. and visit two people and party my last night away. so sleep doesn't look like a priority. i am a little nervous about flying - from the standpoint that one of my flights got changed around and mary and i still have those damn e-tickets that screwed us over last time. but we have real tickets to mexico city, so we will at least get there ok. i hope. we'll see.
i will miss the city and some of the people in my group. and marcos and fidelia and seth, and the host fam some. but i am ready to come home and do my missing from there.
this last week has been rough. on sunday brunch was horrible - two of my friends ended up getting pissy and leaving the restaurant early. i managed to smooth things over some, but they are still at each others' throats. and oh yes, two of them will be on the same flight to mexico city together with me. i can see myself arriving in boston covered in the blood of my friends, from when they tore each other to shreds. and my parents will say, "what the hell happened to you?" and i'll say, "I won. I won Survivor Oaxaca. And my prize is not a million dollars or a new car, but to come home to you and my friends. To live in a house where people love me, to go to school in a place where professors actually want to teach, and where my friends are my friends because I love them, not because they are the only people I can stand. And this is the best prize in the whole world."
cheesy but true.
i will miss the city and some of the people in my group. and marcos and fidelia and seth, and the host fam some. but i am ready to come home and do my missing from there.
this last week has been rough. on sunday brunch was horrible - two of my friends ended up getting pissy and leaving the restaurant early. i managed to smooth things over some, but they are still at each others' throats. and oh yes, two of them will be on the same flight to mexico city together with me. i can see myself arriving in boston covered in the blood of my friends, from when they tore each other to shreds. and my parents will say, "what the hell happened to you?" and i'll say, "I won. I won Survivor Oaxaca. And my prize is not a million dollars or a new car, but to come home to you and my friends. To live in a house where people love me, to go to school in a place where professors actually want to teach, and where my friends are my friends because I love them, not because they are the only people I can stand. And this is the best prize in the whole world."
cheesy but true.