oh! oh! proof of life!
tuesday, may 22, 2001
i'm out of whack and don't know where to begin to write, so i'll just post a few retroactive things and then move along tomorrow with, erm, tomorrow. if that makes sense.
Coming Home:
well. it took me almost four days before i stepped outside the apartment and ventured down to the library to ease myself back online. but yes. made it back (online and to sweden. on a crazy keyboard.) - bravo to me.
the trip home was almost ridiculously smooth. every time i landed at a new connection i would have to run through the airport to find the next gate because the new flight was always boarding already. elbowing focused men with expensive haircuts and even more expensive briefcases, soft families trying to keep assembled, disturbingly stylish young people probably off to some big city to shop for even more stylish things.. i like airports. anyhow.
the food across the atlantic was awful - no, vegetarian does not mean i want to be fed cous-cous with cooked peach pieces and a large, bloated black wrinkly plum sitting on top. it also does not mean i want half a pb/jelly bagel and an apple for breakfast while the others get yoghurt and croissants. boo. oh well. i obviously lived. :)
kristin hersh kept me company almost all the way. 22 songs put on repeated random play have a way of not wearing out. thanks, a (and your old cd-burner, hee). i sat next to a chirpy 15 year old texan girl who almost fell into the aisle when i told her i was 23. i don't know why i care, but it amuses me that all her travel people and herself placed me as 18 or so. hee. she also gave me handfuls of pixy stix. flight saved by artificially flavoured fruit sugar! yey!
so. i'm back! yey.
This Summer:
i've decided not to pursue work this summer. yes, mostly because i am incredibly lazy, but also because it's a matter of two months. there are
no two month long jobs here -- i don't need an unemployment lady to tell
me that. and even so -- i just feel i can decidedly live okay without $300
earned this summer. i just did 18 credits + newspaper. i want to be lazy.
shrug.
Today:
it felt so strange stepping out of the apartment today. i don't know - apart from intense jetlag (it's so hard to explain that waking me up at noon is a bad thing because my brain still thinks it is 6 am to a family who have never experienced real jetlag) making me sleepy, i just didn't want to. i already know i don't recognise people here anymore, and there are only so many times i feel like having the typical just-got-home convo with cashier ladies and library people and random people who recognise me.
'yes, i'm home now. monday. no, i'm not done yet, i have another year or so. i don't know, maybe journalist? no, not working this summer. well, i
must be going now...'
and in fact, i must. will write soon enough, though. :)
geronimo. (oh, and i have baby birdies. but that's tomorrow. cin cin.)
