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Love Yourself

I realized I should probably update this with something of content, rather than a sappy montage of my emotional vomit. J

November 14, 2011

Well, I’m all packed. And by all packed I mean I’m not even close to all packed, but some articles of clothing are folded and in my suitcase, which is new for me.

Most of my friends left for the States (or other travel destinations) this past Saturday, so I’ve been enjoying the city sunshine by myself, while missing them, and saying my goodbyes to the rest of my new loves here in Buenos Aires. And on Wednesday morning at 6 am (KILL ME) I fly out to Quito, Ecuador to see an old love, Sara Randolph.

I.                    CANT.           WAIT.

The last couple of weeks have been a rollercoaster.  I’ve been weirdly emotional—mostly because I am saying so many sporadic goodbyes, preparing myself to return to the States, and getting everything set up for my return in March, for the next semester.  

Otherwise, my life has been a sort of rollercoaster in itself, and I’ve learned a lot lately, with the most recent happenings. I guess, what I’ve learned, is that life never turns out the way you expect it to—which is oddly beautiful and so incredibly frustrating.  For example: I lost my keys two weeks before moving out, the same night that I lost my ticket to the Strokes. I bawled my little eyes out to my host family, who hugged me and threw me a pity party. I bought another ticket and still saw them, and almost cried they were so good. My headphones were stolen. I saw the most beautiful waterfalls in the world, and was literally short of breath. The first day we tried to go, it torrential down poured. I moshed for ten straight hours and fell madly in love with David Guetta and electronic music festivals. We moshed until the sun came up.  It took us 3 hours to get home the next day. I stopped eating sugar. I went to GayPride where 100,000 other people were rooting for equality. I stopped drinking alcohol (for the most part).   I said goodbye to some of the best (and weirdest) people I know, with a promise lingering that we’ll see each other again. I started running again. My host family charged me a hundred bucks to stay an extra 3 days. They also told me I looked pretty today. And the list goes on…

How could I possibly complain about any of the bad things on that list, with all of the overwhelming beauty?

Regarding  the upcomings: seeing Sara, seeing Ecuador, going home, landing on Thanksgiving. Seeing little Chase. Seeing the family. Being home for the opening of the new restaurant. Making money. Leaving the 5^th of January, meeting up with Sarah Abel (a kiwi from NZ with an American accent) and travelling from Costa Rica back down to Buenos Aires, to start a whole new adventure.

More updates to come.

For now, I’m meeting my girlfriends at The Office, for half priced heavenly hamburgers made with Argentine meat. Jealous?

Xoxo,  B