Notes From Me
Friday, June 10, 2005

The Feather of MAAT

Which is heavier, the feather or the heart?
Things I forgot:

How vastly gorgeous California is. (When I was walking on some trails at a place where my brother likes to run, looking at the long grasses and breathing the scent of sun mixed with groundspice, I half-thought to see one of those great vending machines I think only Japan has).

That I own a copy of the OED.

That people are expected to show identification when ordering alcohol.

How small Santa Cruz is.

That you can hear so many languages spoken in California.

What it's like to understand what everyone around me is saying, and what every sign and menu says.

Things I didn't forget:

That living in a country "led" by George W. Bush invokes a frequent, low-level anger, which of course I abate but was fairly absent while I was not here.

How much I love Mexican food.

That the sun sets over the Pacific here (I will see that soon--when I touch the ocean here I will have truly gone around the world.)

posted by lux at 10:34 AM
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2 Comments:

Blogger kt commented at 6/10/2005~  

california's a wonderful place...you hit it, though, about the low level frustration in living here during these times with little way to make changes. But in san francisco i feel i can make a life despite everything.

im glad you're adujusting well to life in the 'states...make sure to send some pix when you go to the beach...

Blogger B Goei commented at 6/12/2005~  

i've got a feeling it isn't a coincidence you came back to california right as summer's starting up.

it always takes a summer night to remind me just how invincible they make me feel.

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