"Stop romanticizing people who hurt you."
tumblr has become so irrelevant in my life when i don’t have wifi in my home. i can’t look at tumblr porn in public so i just don’t. it’s probably good that i don’t have internet though since it’s forcing me to find other stuff to do but i would really like to talk to my family and my friends.
i’ve been thinking about what i’m going to do with the rest of my life and it’s kinda wild. i can’t even decide what i want to do next year. womp. i really really really still wanna travel in latin america, need to find a way to make that work. might be wwoofing, who’s down?
i go to work, come home, nap, walk on the beach, go to the library, go to the market, fix dinner, eat, drink wine and watch U.S. design shows dubbed in spanish. learning a lot of renovation vocabulary.
i don’t have internet in my apartment yet so i spend a lot of time alone reading and writing. i been writing scary poems and having a fair amount of nightmares, this is some kind of symbiotic/cyclical relationship, i reckon.
all my students wanna know if i have a boyfriend and i joked saying “yeah, i brought him in my suitcase” and i just confused them because they can’t really speak english.
sometimes i freak out about how my last month or so in the states went down and decide maybe it’d be better to not ever go back, but then i give an hour long presentation to my kids about new hampshire and that seems unlikely. having to feel a lot of feels while going through all the photos i have on this computer to create a presentation about myself and my home is kinda unpleasant.
i think i sometimes miss things that never happened. this has been an update.