Tuesday, September 07, 2004
In the deterritorialized space of the airplane, everything fell away. For a month, when I looked up from those crumbly Clarins (and the TV! way too much MTV) I had glimpes into a jet set expat twenty something world. If in Chile I made close friends, here I was part of a scene, through luck and coincidence. Which makes returning to Harvard feel pedestrian. aside from the fact I'm afraid of getting totally stressed out again.
I'm home. My parents brought cranberry juice in the thermos to the airport, and 'm home and is oh so quiet. I guess...the thing to be nostalgic about is that there will never be the same confluence of people again, which is fine in a way, but makes the next trip a big question mark because it is both novel and utterly exhausting to be interacting with totally new people all the time. I guess...I just hope I luck out the next time. (My perhaps favorite quote of the month: "In our social constellation, Irin is like the sun"). Wherever that will be!
I'm home. My parents brought cranberry juice in the thermos to the airport, and 'm home and is oh so quiet. I guess...the thing to be nostalgic about is that there will never be the same confluence of people again, which is fine in a way, but makes the next trip a big question mark because it is both novel and utterly exhausting to be interacting with totally new people all the time. I guess...I just hope I luck out the next time. (My perhaps favorite quote of the month: "In our social constellation, Irin is like the sun"). Wherever that will be!
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