Life until today has been very melancholy. I can’t believe I am over 2000 miles away (East and West) from any member of my family. It has never been this way. The furthest away I have lived on my own was 400 miles from my mother, in Los Angeles. It doesn’t make me nervous or lonely, it just doesn’t seem like it should be that far. I have never regretted any of the moves I have ever made, although some of them weren’t made for me, like when my parents moved my sisters and me to America or when my mother quietly moved our lives to Arizona while we were vacationing in England one summer.
Lyrica and I have been talking more, which I like. We are on the phone as I type this and spent the greater part of last night line-locked. It is so hard to find young women with integrity like her, with passion, with a soul very much awake and learning. So many girls use a mask to cover insecurities or short-comings so they will blend in. You think, “She’s alright!” But after hours of toil, you have chipped through that layer to find nothing behind it. I don’t have the time to work endlessly for a shallow soul. This is why most of my friends are men and the only young woman is Lyrica. I am hoping she will move out here and make some travel plans with me, like it’s ‘47. I firmly believe that travel is the best education.
“Don’t tell me how educated you are, tell me how much you traveled.” Mohammed.
That’s all for now. I have hundreds of photos to adjust, color match, and put cutely into little folders.
