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Everybody's writin sad stuff.
I too felt a little bit sad today, mostly because two of the best people I've met here left Argentina today and the other two are traveling. I have 4 days to get my shit together and write a paper and then head off to Iguazú falls to meet up with the two travelers! While I'm really excited for the traveling and being with friends again, there is something about today that just made Buenos Aires feel like a completely different place. Everybody is leaving and our program is officially over.
I left Guille's quickly this morning without a shower because one of his friends showed up 2 hours early. I headed over to Skye's house to say goodbye. It was sad. 15 minutes before her taxi came we were out on Neuquen street, hugging and sobbing. Suddenly I could see her street back in February when we all got to Buenos Aires and everything was humid and hazy and confusing. I think I really hated those days in the moment but now that I look back on them there's something really beautiful about the end of summer and the lush green trees and the warm nights. There is just something so melancholy about winter. I can't shake the feeling away, at least not today.
Since everybody else is leaving, even though I'm not, it's like I'm taking on their sadness and the way they miss this place even though I'm still here. I always think it's so strange when I miss someone even before they're gone.
Even though I've really settled down here I am also looking forward to going home. Something inside of me tells me that I need to just keep movin...
I too felt a little bit sad today, mostly because two of the best people I've met here left Argentina today and the other two are traveling. I have 4 days to get my shit together and write a paper and then head off to Iguazú falls to meet up with the two travelers! While I'm really excited for the traveling and being with friends again, there is something about today that just made Buenos Aires feel like a completely different place. Everybody is leaving and our program is officially over.
I left Guille's quickly this morning without a shower because one of his friends showed up 2 hours early. I headed over to Skye's house to say goodbye. It was sad. 15 minutes before her taxi came we were out on Neuquen street, hugging and sobbing. Suddenly I could see her street back in February when we all got to Buenos Aires and everything was humid and hazy and confusing. I think I really hated those days in the moment but now that I look back on them there's something really beautiful about the end of summer and the lush green trees and the warm nights. There is just something so melancholy about winter. I can't shake the feeling away, at least not today.
Since everybody else is leaving, even though I'm not, it's like I'm taking on their sadness and the way they miss this place even though I'm still here. I always think it's so strange when I miss someone even before they're gone.
Even though I've really settled down here I am also looking forward to going home. Something inside of me tells me that I need to just keep movin...