It always rains when I leave Arizona

Quickly, I want to apologize for accidently deleting my first video--I'm still trying to get the hang of my youtube account in conjunction with my blogger account, but rest assured all will be well once that hung is got. On a much, much less serious note: last year I took a road trip with a good friend. The video below is a bastardization and simulacrum of said trip and experience therein, but you should watch and enjoy it, nonetheless.

One of my dreams in life (as opposed to dreams in death?) is to be someone who is  a "jet-setter;" I would love to be able to casually say some day "What did I do this weekend? I met a friend for lunch in London," but I'm beginning to doubt that as possible reality for me seeing as I get so emotionally attached to most places. I've spent less than a day cumulatively in Missoula, Montana, yet it feels like another home to me.

*sigh*
Alas, Once again I pick up my things and jump aboard a plane, nervous as can be. Undoubtedly, I'll love Lima, and feel as though I never want to leave, but I'll feel that way around the time I must return to my life unabroad. You shouldn't shy away from new experiences, profound I know, but change is necessary for our evolution as thinking, feeling beings. Whether it's a disco adaptation of Shakespeare, or studying abroad.

Eventually, the foreign becomes familiar, the familiar the past, and home only gets bigger and bigger.







Ps. You don't know bout OKC, turkey!