i am in a church in south dakota.
there are fountains in this catholic church, with old relics and absolutely no one around. the only noises i hear are the buzzes from this ancient computer, running water, and occasional church bells.
the wind here blows and blows and everyone seems suprised by my suprise over the wind. (she is from the "windy city" you know. it is just because people from the windy city are full of wind and tell stories. not because there is really all that much wind. thats what they told me. they told me im no different from this initial impression).
despite the high-speed winds, life here moves a lot slower. the people who have trained me so far seem suprised by how "fast" i work. they assume it is because im from the "big city". i try to correct them and tell them im only from a SUBURB of chicago...forty minutes from the real thing. this still impresses them for some reason.
my nickname here is "hippie". i figured some of you might appreciate that.
my house is green and cute and very beloit-esque. everyone seems to love the fact that im an anthropology major. in fact, they want to give me a few days off to do the pig-dig in the badlands...maybe even pay me to go! i think this would make me happy.
the sky is so big here! ive never seen such a beautiful skyline. to take this place for granted! to think that it is just normal...these winds, and skies, and clouds, and hills (that i call mountains)!
a boy here likes me. his name is brandon and he is a firefighter. he picks me up sometimes, in his giant truck. he opens the door for me and says that i look nice. he has a cat named bob and a house of his very own. it makes me feel very grown up, when he offers me a beer, and im wearing a pretty skirt, with my hair in braids. one of these days, when we both have early shifts, he was wondering, maybe, if id go with him to rapid (city...everyone here just calls it rapid). i told him i would think about it, but i think i might just go with him.
nothing here feels temporary, though it is. i guess its just like college. you try to forget that you are only there for a set period of time and then it is over. you have to make it seem as normal as possible before you have to leave. i guess thats what im doing with brandon. he is becoming a good friend.
i want to feel not-so-bad about this past semester. i want to take all of that hurt away. things happened that i regret. there are things i need to get over. this makes me skeptical of things with brandon and i. we recognize that it is a silly thing, but we watch movies and pet his cat and talk talk talk talk anyway. maybe this is what i need to move past things. maybe i do need to be alone but i need someone to show me how.
i am so happy to be here. i hope the sky and the people will help me slow down and lighten up and be happy.
my lj page is in russian and i dont know how to change it. so hopefully you can read it.
also, i cannot access my voicemail right now, so if you call and i do not pick up and i do not know your phone number, maybe perhaps you could text message me that it is you?
i love you all and im about to start crying to think of how far away you all are and how much i want to talk to each and every one of you one last time before leaving.
the wind here blows and blows and everyone seems suprised by my suprise over the wind. (she is from the "windy city" you know. it is just because people from the windy city are full of wind and tell stories. not because there is really all that much wind. thats what they told me. they told me im no different from this initial impression).
despite the high-speed winds, life here moves a lot slower. the people who have trained me so far seem suprised by how "fast" i work. they assume it is because im from the "big city". i try to correct them and tell them im only from a SUBURB of chicago...forty minutes from the real thing. this still impresses them for some reason.
my nickname here is "hippie". i figured some of you might appreciate that.
my house is green and cute and very beloit-esque. everyone seems to love the fact that im an anthropology major. in fact, they want to give me a few days off to do the pig-dig in the badlands...maybe even pay me to go! i think this would make me happy.
the sky is so big here! ive never seen such a beautiful skyline. to take this place for granted! to think that it is just normal...these winds, and skies, and clouds, and hills (that i call mountains)!
a boy here likes me. his name is brandon and he is a firefighter. he picks me up sometimes, in his giant truck. he opens the door for me and says that i look nice. he has a cat named bob and a house of his very own. it makes me feel very grown up, when he offers me a beer, and im wearing a pretty skirt, with my hair in braids. one of these days, when we both have early shifts, he was wondering, maybe, if id go with him to rapid (city...everyone here just calls it rapid). i told him i would think about it, but i think i might just go with him.
nothing here feels temporary, though it is. i guess its just like college. you try to forget that you are only there for a set period of time and then it is over. you have to make it seem as normal as possible before you have to leave. i guess thats what im doing with brandon. he is becoming a good friend.
i want to feel not-so-bad about this past semester. i want to take all of that hurt away. things happened that i regret. there are things i need to get over. this makes me skeptical of things with brandon and i. we recognize that it is a silly thing, but we watch movies and pet his cat and talk talk talk talk anyway. maybe this is what i need to move past things. maybe i do need to be alone but i need someone to show me how.
i am so happy to be here. i hope the sky and the people will help me slow down and lighten up and be happy.
my lj page is in russian and i dont know how to change it. so hopefully you can read it.
also, i cannot access my voicemail right now, so if you call and i do not pick up and i do not know your phone number, maybe perhaps you could text message me that it is you?
i love you all and im about to start crying to think of how far away you all are and how much i want to talk to each and every one of you one last time before leaving.