Just picture me sitting on those airport chairs in, my cheek resting my fist, and I'm frowning. I am in Rochester.
Now picture me in the Chicago airport. Then in the Hong Kong airport. Then in Changi.
That was me, for 30 hours. I don't think me being annoyed at every little thing - like this girl talking to her friend about not being compatible with her ex-boyfriend hence they broke up, I'm sorry but, I've thought a lot of bad things to do to you - would have been conducive to my self-healing process.
I've landed in the motherland, I've gotten very confused at some of the things that work here, I've gotten pissed at my how the weather works on my hair, I've passed out from jetlag, I've seen family, I've been disappointed by some things here, I've wanted America back again, I've ate enough food in one day to last me for thirty, I've discovered - and am quite sure of it now - that I truly want things I can't get ... just a whole bunch of little things that were enough to overwhelm.
Will check back some time soon. I think I'm going shopping today. Will be glad to see the unhomogenous variety of things to buy, but will probably be disappointed in some ways. I also have no shoes to wear here, because I am smart. It's so debilitating to not have proper shoewear. Bah.
3 comments:
Shoe shopping is very therapeutic.
You probably already know that. :)
eating is also therapeutic, esp Malaysian food!!!
what is there to heal baby? it's not like you're broken. don't exaggerate it baby, u don't know how it's like being broken.
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