I had my first cry yesterday, where I really really really just wanted to go home. I can feel spring in the air even in this massive city, where the desert winds come whipping between skyscrapers and kick up dust like a burning man storm. I thought about planting seeds in the ground, drinking maple sap, walking barefoot and I just lost it.
But, I've heard that the universe conspires and shortly after, I got to talk online to college co-op mate Shya in Hawaii and she re-assured me. And then I went to meet G at the Rickshaw, a Wisconsin-y bar with free pool and lots of computer lovin' ex-pats who are always nice to girls, and there I ended up sitting at a table kitty corner to a boy who ran cross-country with my freshman year roommate. It's a small world after all.
Thanks for the encouragement from you all. I am so very grateful for these blessings. :)
5 comments:
Wisconsin is an easy place to miss :)
part of your spirit will always be in these hills
and the spirit of these hills will always be with you
Mart, you are not alone. Missing the first drop of maple sap straight from the tap on the tongue is something that connects us across the world. My parents are just finishing their batches and brought some syrup to me last week. I miss home too - from our own gray and dirty brew city. This time of year does nothing for the aesthetics in a city, but the surprise tulips are popping up along side our house!
Mart, you are not alone. Missing the first drop of maple sap straight from the tap on the tongue is something that connects us across the world. My parents are just finishing their batches and brought some syrup to me last week. I miss home too - from our own gray and dirty brew city. This time of year does nothing for the aesthetics in a city, but the surprise tulips are popping up along side our house!
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