I am listening to Damien Rice right now. Does anyone ever feel like you have spoken all these words for so long, but not said anything at all? I feel like I just need to write. I just need to get it out onto paper, or the screen whatever, becasue after a whole week of not saying anything, I just want to say nothing. I spent 9 hours by myself today just cleaning my cabin. It was major. I wanted to clear my head. I still do. I am not sure that I can. There is too much. I should probably stop typing now becasue I have a feeling like when I read this in the morning, I am going to regret it. :) Hahahaha, oh well.
I live near a long thin park called Parque Forestal. It's really quite a nice park and it has a long stretch of a lane for riding bikes or jogging. And since I have a fear of riding bikes in this city, I jog. It's really pleasent. I usually listen to radioDisney on my mp3 player and jog along to Jonas Brothers, Beyonce, or Julieta Venegas. Great stuff. Yesterday on my jog I noticed that the trees were beginning to change. Fall has finally arrived and I am glad for the change. But as I was jogging through the falling leaves, I began to think about how much I like fall. And I had this special moment when I realized that I want to be here in Santiago, jogging through this park for many falls to come. After the past few weeks of cultural adjustment being a little more painful than normal, this was a nice thought to have.
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