The Other Side of the World

Exibit A, my friend’s organically cozy bed in Vancouver (complete with Perrier, chocolate almonds that apparently scent detecting kiwi airport dogs don’t give a flip about, and an anxiously slow cab ride back to the airport. for a late flight. of course.).

So, after a variety of adventures including cramming all my luggage into the handicapped washroom stall, fantastic congee in Auckland, and no less than 4 silent seat neighbours (I think they could smell the murderously foul mood I was travelling in) I arrived to familiar chaos bathed in 5am, musky, sweet, warm & moist New Zealand darkness.

And now, 3 days later, I sport a darker shade of brown, a knapsack emptied of novels and mints and crammed instead with papers and textbooks, about 80 pounds less of outerwear and a thrilling case of insomnia/exhaustion.

Today I walked home through 45 minutes of towering bamboo stands, screaming cicadas, enormous whispering ferns and everything dark and leafy and ripe.

8 hours of class today, and my first clinical day is tomorrow.

And I am happy as a wild thing.

So, I may have been a little reticent of late.
Causation analysis reveals that either my life has been indescribably boring, or overwhelmingly complicated lately.

I’ll leave that to you to decide.

In the meantime, the news of the morning (4 minutes to 3 am) reads that I am about to undertake the arduous chore of hopping back over the. . . whatever ocean escapes my geographically ambivalent brain at the moment.

So, here we go again.

And it all feels a little familiar, and a little vague

and a little like hiding in clothing and making creepy faces at the world.