As I am sitting here listening to “Banana Pancakes,” and drinking some mate, I feel back in my element. I whole-heartedly apologize for my missing-in-action the past month. I promise it shouldn’t happen this terribly again. I am finally at ease with my life here. I am working. I have all my old music available to me again. I finally have jeans that may fit me. And, I am starting to feel like this is “home.” At least for a little while.
This past week has been super hectic. Basically, I started work. However, I had a vveerryy good friend of mine visit as well. I felt awful , and still feel absolutely horrendous, that we could not experience Mendoza the way I would have liked and the way she deserved. Although, I think when we did have a good time together, we had a great time. (I think.) When she left, however, just as my other veryyy good friend did, this overwhelming sadness came over me. Obviously, I cried. This visit might have been slightly more difficult to get over than the first visit.
My first visit two weeks ago I knew I had another visit to look forward to. Yes, it was extremely sad to see J go. She represented everything, literally everything, of my entire life in DC which was a good portion of my maturing experiences. Yet this most recent visit may have been a little more difficult to part with. Not only because S is an extremely good friend of mine as we have a good understanding of each other. (We even have our own “political” party.) Yet, in addition to just the plain fact that she is a good friend, she is still completely connected to everything of my previous life in the US—swimming, AU, DC, my coaches, my jobs, my FRIENDS, even my parents. Having her leave was kind of like my final good-bye to the US for a while. And that is what hurts the most. I now live here. And now it is more real. I have a job, I have a schedule, I have a group of friends, I have my family, and, now I have my stuff. At least I have the smell of my old house on everything…
Anyway, although I am terribly sad some days, like today when it is a perfect fall day in which all I feel like doing is run at Holmdel Park or downtown to the National Mall (and walk back), I finally feel as if I am living here. I understand the bus system. I am even allowed to stay out in the city at night! Well, at least past 19:20. Plus, I can stay connected to my friends & family in the US. That means, keep the emails/texts/Facebook posts coming. I will definitely get back to them within a week’s time.
K bye.
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