sossegad
i am home, and i feel weird and cold and useless. in my head it is midnight. outside it is 1030 in the morning.
i was so excited to come home. as we flew in over lbi into jfk airport, celine dion was blasting from the delta radio station in my headphones because my ipod died on like the third day there and so i had to listen to something for the 16 hour flight. i was so happy to see americaaaaa, weirdly enough.
when the customs man said "welcome home" i thought about how he has to say that to all the billion people in line behind us too, but how those two words felt so good to hear. home. finally.
i got home to find giant stacks of college letters on my desk, and not all of them are good. i suppose that was to be expected and i knew that it was coming all along.
anyway. the time i spent in india was really nice, because i got to get away from it all - everything - for two weeks. i had no internet, no phone, no computer, no ipod, no video games, nothing but myself and a big old 300 year old house in the middle of a 400 year old village and occasionally my family. god, it was like a little oasis. at times it was bad, and i got heatstroke several times, but in general it was just really parfait to not have any worries. also it was so colorful and beautiful and sad. after we left goa, the reasons why i cannot stand indian society were reaffirmed as we went to delhi, agra, jaipur, and bombay, but goa is nothing like those other places. nothing at all.
now i am home and my head is pounding at the thought of all the things i need to do.
wooo i feeel funky. also i have NO idea what is going on in the world, so off i go to some newspapers and time magazines.
also OMGZ i must catch up on lost.
OH AND LEEZA, I FLEW OVER ICELAND AND RUSSIA (IN THE OPPOSITE ORDER) AND I THOUGHT OF YOU.
and i missed everyone.
i was so excited to come home. as we flew in over lbi into jfk airport, celine dion was blasting from the delta radio station in my headphones because my ipod died on like the third day there and so i had to listen to something for the 16 hour flight. i was so happy to see americaaaaa, weirdly enough.
when the customs man said "welcome home" i thought about how he has to say that to all the billion people in line behind us too, but how those two words felt so good to hear. home. finally.
i got home to find giant stacks of college letters on my desk, and not all of them are good. i suppose that was to be expected and i knew that it was coming all along.
anyway. the time i spent in india was really nice, because i got to get away from it all - everything - for two weeks. i had no internet, no phone, no computer, no ipod, no video games, nothing but myself and a big old 300 year old house in the middle of a 400 year old village and occasionally my family. god, it was like a little oasis. at times it was bad, and i got heatstroke several times, but in general it was just really parfait to not have any worries. also it was so colorful and beautiful and sad. after we left goa, the reasons why i cannot stand indian society were reaffirmed as we went to delhi, agra, jaipur, and bombay, but goa is nothing like those other places. nothing at all.
now i am home and my head is pounding at the thought of all the things i need to do.
wooo i feeel funky. also i have NO idea what is going on in the world, so off i go to some newspapers and time magazines.
also OMGZ i must catch up on lost.
OH AND LEEZA, I FLEW OVER ICELAND AND RUSSIA (IN THE OPPOSITE ORDER) AND I THOUGHT OF YOU.
and i missed everyone.