North-bound. or homeward, like the movie. very similar.

Alright, this will most likely be very lengthy, reflective, and insighting.

I am sitting in a spot 7 argentina-floors-up on only one of many large streets, overlooking buses, waiting-for-the-bus'ers, stalling cars and traffic lights. I have yet to make eye contact with anyone, but I honestly do believe that no one has noticed my presence. My flight leaves at night tomorrow, and I am resting and being a bit lazy. I also feel like it's been my last night for several nights as I say bye to people and celebrate all the last nights that there are.

I wish I didnt have to do the whole airport and plane and travel process, such a bother.

I guess I really can't know how I feel until I'm back.

I have very high hopes for my weeks in California. This I feel.

I also think I look forward to home for all the reflecting I will do once there. I'll get creative with telling people stories instead of just going "yeah it was great!" every time someone asks. But also I'm really excited to listen to all the tapes of random life sounds, go through random papers, and start planning how I will paint plano 17 of the guiat onto my wall next semester.

These six months have been the most time I have spent living away from home, in my life. So many things are about to happen. This should be interesting.

love.love.love.

wait oh my god so that was going to be the end of my post, but i just have to tell you that i just got permission to use absolutely any and all food in the kitchen because we all leave tomorrow and will have to throw any extra stuff out. do you KNOW how exciting this is?

stoooooppp it

Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.

If I am doing something in Buenos Aires, it is happening one of these days.

This is going to be a really interesting transition back to the US.

I'm not sure what I will do when I can't hop on the subte and meet a friend downtown,

or walk in and buy a litro for four pesos,

use the guiat to figure out which block to wait on for the bondi,

go to sandguchito,

hear cat calls,

get sketched out by anyone and everyone at night...

i expect i'll just cry a lot,

or be in a state of shock.

not sure.

I've said bye to a lot of people the past couple days, but most of my close friends are still here. And the next few days are going to be really hectic as I try to balance time between them all. Yesterday Ian left. Which was strange.

I'm really just thinking about it like this:

These six months were so amazing, but six months is short in comparison to "life" (which I think should be a very long time). So I figure now that I have friends all over the world, and plan to travel, and plan to not have any plans, I'm going to bump into people sooner or later.

So I'm thinking of it like that.

But I will miss walking down the streets of Buenos Aires. I don't think I can come back at least until graduating BC...

I LOVE BUENOS AIRES

talking about leaving it, and now saying "I leave Wednesday" not just "I leave the 22nd (some date that is far away)" is the most bizarre feeling ever.

Okay that's enough of that,

too sad.

Must go downtown now and be in denial of leaving.

windy balcony, poor internet connection

too and to was really confusing for me when i was learning grammar

i always remembered "i'm going TO the grocery store" no really

i remember that

and i remember in first grade my sixth grade reading buddy was mean

and i had trouble with some words and i explained to him that we learned there were "red words"

and i told him "the" was a red word

red was like tricky

i also remember butterfly was hard

because i wanted to right it and i asked my teacher how and they said it was a hard one and then they helped

by pointing out it was butter then fly, but not in a mean way, just very explanatory

White Rabbit

I've been rolling around naked a lot,

alone in my big room,

staring at my ceiling

and practicing whistling techniques,

But you're not allowed in.

You can be mine if you ask permission,

and know the password.

I'll save your time,

it's not

'peanut butter' or

'daisies' or

'barefoot' or

'password'.

It was 'home', but I changed it-

just as it stumbled over your lips,

and I caught you,

peeking in with shy eyes.

But I can change it back!

Guess again!