I spend a lot of time “collecting my thoughts.” This is somehow a blanket terms, it has to be, if I were collecting my thoughts they would be more organized.
Today was Saturday and Saturdays are usually the same, except this one wasn’t. I attended the first Mexican BBQ of the year at my girlfriends parents house. This was the first time I met her father. It was formal and awkward but not that bad. Her mother kept feeding me and making sure there wasn’t anything else I could possibly want. It was her brothers birthday and we spoke in passing. Her family is large and loud and comforting. It was nice.
I feel settled into this version on my life.
Sometimes I look back and realize how far I am from where I started. I am happy where I am.
In two months I will be in the middle of my trip to Cuba. It’s hard to imagine that this experience will happen so soon. I am learning to speak Spanish so I can communicate much of what I have to say without a communicator. I am excited to experience their culture, architecture, foods, and to meet new people.
Life is good.
The fire flickers soundlessly while I’m trying to stay awake long enough to write some things about my life.
I feel like a lot is possible and that I have potential and capability within myself. I feel wonderfully optimistic but terribly sad.
On my birthday this year I will arrive in Havana Cuba. From there I will travel for 16 days. I hope I come back a different person.