I don't like airplanes, or really any moving device that I'm not in control of. But I love traveling. The thrill of leaving everything I have for just a few weeks. I've never been good at explaining my infatuation with travel, it's been like this for as long as I can remember. When I was younger and airplane security wasn't so strict, I used to go up to the cockpit and talk to the pilots, they were always so nice to me and I loved being there, it made me feel superior. As of right now I am on flight 1007 nonstop to Arizona from Miami, I'm on my way home from my two week internship with UNICEF in Panama City. I had such a wonderful experience, I grew so much, I saw that no matter where I go, if I don't feel and take in where I am, it won't make a difference in my life. One of the things I did there was going to the Ancient City with Debora and her husband Giovanni (who taught me how to cook) the Ancient City was the most beautiful place I've seen. It amazed me to think that sooo many years ago, before my great great grandparents were even ideas, there were people, 17 year old girls, dealing with stupid boys, stupid rules and probably stupid lessons. No matter how long this world has spun there has always been someone in a somewhat similar situation to mine. As for everything else in my life? Well I got my ACT score back, father dearest was extremely proud, but I think I could have done better, except on the test day I made a bet with whoever was listening to me in my head and the deal was if I got 24 or above I wouldn't take it again, so now I am stuck at a crossroad. I really don't like breaking the agreements I make with myself or whoever it is that listens. But The Boy you ask, well I think I'm going to take a little break from that, it's stressful enough dating in the same zip code, I have no idea why I decided a different state would be any better, and I think until I figure everything out, I'm going to put our friendship on hold too. I know I cause issues for my father, and I know I make things difficult by lashing out at him when it's really myself I'm mad at, but someone once said that you aren't afraid to hurt the ones you love, because they'll always love you, no matter what. And I think that goes for my father as well, when I spend too much, or say thank you too little, or even forget to make my bed, he will always love me, and even when he is upset with me for everything, and just "raises his voice" I will always love him too. Aw how sweet, I just got teary eyed. Well that's all for now, the plane is landing and I have to turn off all my electronic devices.
Hope summer is treating you well! Don't forget your sunscreen. Lobster pink looks attractive on no one.
-Piri
Sunday, July 11, 2010
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