Sorting Through the Clutter
If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this...
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Sorting Through the Clutter If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this... |
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Monday, July 04, 2005 Hola Mola  There's always something weird about coming back from a vacation that managed to open up your eyes a little wider and make the world a little smaller. When I walked back into my room last night, I felt like I had been gone forever, yet at the same time, like I had never left at all. Everything was exactly how I left it. But I came back with all these new memories and experiences. I wasn't the same person who had left a week ago. Holding hands with tiny Indigenous Embera children, travelling along zip lines high above the rainforest, swimming in a waterfall deep in the rainforest, seeing one of the greatest man-made wonders of the world. And I got to share these experiences with someone so dear to me. I wish I was back on the beach, sitting next to him, breathing in the ocean air. It's weird. Just 48 hours ago, I was there. How can a 5-hour plane ride make such a big difference? Labels: Globetrotting posted by Jenn | 3:13 PM |
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