"…and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell."
so i really am confident in my ability to take on the world...i swear...
this is greatly helped by an array of kerouac, owen, minus the bear, the motorcycle diaries, l'auberge espagnole, a series of foreign films, and the constant battering of encouragement and fits of jealous rage from my nearest and dearest....even strangers who learn of my ambitions quell my fears as they smile secretly and whisper "good for you."
but couchsurfing.com did it.
i'm officially excited, and i'm not going back.
bring it on.
[my first weekend in madrid is going to be such a party]
so home's not s'bad. i think i miss walking more than anything else. i feel so gross.
but i keep telling myself that 2 weeks of nothing is okay as long as it precedes 2 years of everything.
the other day i got into the city to see a show with emily and her fam.
i'm heading back in tomorrow to graduate, even though i already did that.
i hiked up to the firetower a few days ago. it was a lot shorter and easier than i remember, but still just as gorgeous as ever.
i'm going to providence this weekend to say goodbye to lauren and justin.
i'm chopping my hair off on wednesday.
next week will hopefully bring a coffee date with heather and seeing michel camillo at the blue note with my dad.
and oh yeah, my flight got changed to three days earlier than originally planned...so that's interesting.
11 days and counting.
"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? -- it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."
--Jack Kerouac
this is greatly helped by an array of kerouac, owen, minus the bear, the motorcycle diaries, l'auberge espagnole, a series of foreign films, and the constant battering of encouragement and fits of jealous rage from my nearest and dearest....even strangers who learn of my ambitions quell my fears as they smile secretly and whisper "good for you."
but couchsurfing.com did it.
i'm officially excited, and i'm not going back.
bring it on.
[my first weekend in madrid is going to be such a party]
so home's not s'bad. i think i miss walking more than anything else. i feel so gross.
but i keep telling myself that 2 weeks of nothing is okay as long as it precedes 2 years of everything.
the other day i got into the city to see a show with emily and her fam.
i'm heading back in tomorrow to graduate, even though i already did that.
i hiked up to the firetower a few days ago. it was a lot shorter and easier than i remember, but still just as gorgeous as ever.
i'm going to providence this weekend to say goodbye to lauren and justin.
i'm chopping my hair off on wednesday.
next week will hopefully bring a coffee date with heather and seeing michel camillo at the blue note with my dad.
and oh yeah, my flight got changed to three days earlier than originally planned...so that's interesting.
11 days and counting.
"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? -- it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."
--Jack Kerouac