I went all the way to Costa Rica to smoke American weed.
I got back from Costa Rica over the weekend. It was beautiful; a crazy country full of lovely culture, overhwleming heat, good food, and awful roads. We explored volcanoes, swam in hot springs and the Pacific Ocean, ziplined through the canopies of the rainforest, and four-wheeled around mountains and on the beach. I saw monkeys, oxen and hummingbirds. It was so incredibly beautiful and over far too fast... I am a naturally hyper and on-the-go-type of person who thrives on movement and production, but I find such contentment in sitting beside the ocean, sipping a Cuba libre. I could live all of life that way, I'm certain... In the end, it was an amazing experience and I enjoyed every second of it... Except for the long bumpy bus rides and the costly price of American weed (wtf? It's a mountainous country. Why don't they grow that shit there?!), I miss it.
I don't remember what I wrote last in here. Not sure if I mentioned how Mark's brother, Jesse, died last month. Teen's grandmother died earlier this month. Everyone and everything is dying. People, plans, hope... Hannah is leaving this week for a 10-month-long mission trip. I will truly miss her with all of my heart. She is one of the most kind, warm and genuine people I know; the kind of person that keeps my heart safe from becoming a product of "The World." ...And Arianna moved to Orlando while I was away. Teen's in Jersey. I am in such great need of nostalgic conversation and it seems like most of those who can provide me with that are far away.
As for The Other Boy, things are well and the same. Lust kind of dissipates with time, and eventually, you become like that old couple you see walking on the beach that you know has no sex life, yet still think, "oh, how nice."
As for The Boy, he still rapidly toils to make up for what he lacks... Our smiles all look the same in pictures. Can't quite label them or describe what they convey completely, but suppression of that feeling of emptiness or something being amiss is always evident in our faces.
I don't remember what I wrote last in here. Not sure if I mentioned how Mark's brother, Jesse, died last month. Teen's grandmother died earlier this month. Everyone and everything is dying. People, plans, hope... Hannah is leaving this week for a 10-month-long mission trip. I will truly miss her with all of my heart. She is one of the most kind, warm and genuine people I know; the kind of person that keeps my heart safe from becoming a product of "The World." ...And Arianna moved to Orlando while I was away. Teen's in Jersey. I am in such great need of nostalgic conversation and it seems like most of those who can provide me with that are far away.
As for The Other Boy, things are well and the same. Lust kind of dissipates with time, and eventually, you become like that old couple you see walking on the beach that you know has no sex life, yet still think, "oh, how nice."
As for The Boy, he still rapidly toils to make up for what he lacks... Our smiles all look the same in pictures. Can't quite label them or describe what they convey completely, but suppression of that feeling of emptiness or something being amiss is always evident in our faces.