As It Was/As It Is

Written June 25th, 2010
9 AM

Sometimes I think I could swing in this hammock forever: listening to this music, watching the daily thunderstorm march forward from the distance, journaling just like this...

A flicker, a thought, a memory of familiarity, and I wonder what people are doing back home.

What I would give to be at the bean seeing those old faces. The ones that reside in that old building of which their lives are encompassed. Although the unwavering repetition of their lives was a curious thing to me, they made my job predictable, and, in a way, soothing.

What are my friends doing? What is my family thinking? What is the weather like? Has it stopped raining yet?!

I miss my bike. I miss speeding up just in time to cruise down Monroe, passing most cars on any given day. I used to create mixes just long enough to get me to work.

I hope I can buy a bike in Tegucigalpa...

I am thankful for the music that is constantly beautiful no matter where I am in the world. I am thankful to have people miss me as much as I miss them.

I adore Honduras. From the moment my first plane landed here in June 2009 it has felt like home.

However...

Sometimes having 2 homes and 1 me is a heart-splitting feeling...

Let me affectionately add: 2 homes is better than none at all. ♥