follow up

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Okay, I was a bit harsh on Indiana. And my intention was not to whine (to assure the anonymous person). The last post was more of a venting of frustration to myself. Also, it’s hard to remain postive when you are addressing something you dislike. Anyway, I apologize to any Hoosiers who may have felt offended by my last post. Let me assure you, I definitely don’t think Florida is perfect, either. (My attempt to be positive might have come across as perfection.)

In other news, I would like to mention an article I read recently. Last February, Barbie and Ken decided to end their 43-year relationship. It was shocking for all of us who had faith in the couple. However, after four months of the single life, Barbie has decided that it is not for her and has cashed in her chips. This time she’s looking international: the new man in her life is an Australian surfer hunk named Blaine. I’m not sure how I feel about only four months… I think after a 43 year relationship, Barbie needs some more time to discover who she is now without Ken, and to make sure that Blaine isn’t just some rebound guy. Perhaps Blaine is a tactic Barbie is using to make Ken jealous? Ooh this is a twist…


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God made all kinds of people with different tastes. That is good, because otherwise we would all try to crowd in the same state, whichever state that is. I must say that I really do dislike Indiana. It’s not that I’m trying to say everyone should hate it, or that it’s an awful state. I mean, if you like the cornfields and the lack of trees and the flatness, then I congratulate you on finding the land of your desires. :-) As for me, my heart lies in the South. I’ll take the heat over the cold any day. Interesting, Frankie, that you should mention “old people” because when I think about the people of Florida that I come across on a regular basis, I don’t see an overwhelming amount of old people. Maybe you’ve been more in Ft. Lauderdale or retirement villages along the coast?

Indiana for me represents a lot of unhappy things in my life. I know these aren’t because of the state, but because of my life at Taylor. For one, I love animals and Indiana represents me not having a pet (especially a cat). I miss having a cat – a lot. People who don’t love pets can’t understand what it’s like for an animal lover to be without animals. There’s some sort of purpose lost, if that makes sense.

Indiana also represents people leaving. At a time in my life when all I desire is stability, I am in a transient community. I get close to someone, and then they leave. It’s a constant heartbreak and I’ve dealt with it my closing myself off to everyone until I get somewhere that is more settled.

Indiana represents a lifestyle I dislike. My biggest dislike of Taylor is the forced community. I had learned to shudder at the sound of the c-word. It represents the higher-ups telling me how I should think, feel, where I should live, who I should be friends with, and what choices I should make. I do much better at doing the right thing when I don’t have someone telling me what to do. I am cramped at Taylor.

Indiana represents darkness and cramped-ness. I would love to have a room that is big enough to handle the amount of people living in it. I would love to have big windows that can be adorned with pretty curtains, and light colored walls with ceiling lights and bulbs that are stronger than 52 watts.

Indiana represents freezing bitter cold. I’m sure I would feel different about this if I didn’t have to go outside just to eat, or walk miles just to get to where my car is parked. The wind whips through and bites the skin, no matter how much I’m wearing. I don’t mind scarves and sweaters or even snow, but when it’s just cold and not snowy, and you need three sweaters and two scarves, that’s what I dislike.

I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to rip on Indiana so much. You tapped into the spring of sadness for me, and I can’t wait (less than 6 months!) until I can leave. I’m glad some people like Indiana; I just hope those same people can understand that others dislike it. It’s like an old jail cell: to the prisoner it represents sorrow and pain, to the tourist it’s something fascinating.

Oh, and on a positive note: Paul will be here in a matter of hours! :-D

Beautiful Orlando

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When my parents moved here three years ago, I wasn’t crazy about this place. Too many Latinos. Too hot. And most of all, I was from GEORGIA. I might be crazy and mixed up inside, but I know that Atlanta is my home. Whenever anyone has asked me where home is, I’ve been able to say “Atlanta”. So having parents who live in Orlando and having to put that as my permanent address instead of my grandmother’s address in Atlanta made me mad.

Things have changed in three years, and things are changing… and things will change. Some things I’ve observed:
1) I’ve lost my Atlanta identity somewhat. My grandparents are moving, and they’re my last ties of this city. I still love it there, but I realize that whenever I go back, I won’t be visiting people, but stuck in a hotel somewhere. Sadness. :-(
2) The only consistent home I’ve known is going to be gone shortly. All my life we’ve always come back to my grandmother’s house in Cartersville, Georgia. Whenever we’ve visited the States, that has been our home base. We’ve never flown in anywhere else. I have lived in that house countless times as we were “between housing” or visiting the country for a short period of time. Thank goodness my grandparents don’t charge rent. :-)
3) After living in the midwest, I’ve realized how much I love the south. I love the accent, the greenery, the familiarity, the mountains, the food :-p. The weather. :-) I love the south.
4) Most importantly, after living in Indiana, Orlando is looking pretty good. And my family is here. I do miss them a lot when I’m at school. I just wish I didn’t have to sacrifice all friendships and relationships in order to be here with my family.

My favorite part of Orlando is my house. It’s on a lake and is gorgeous. We have lots of animals – ducks, tons of geckos, squirrels, birds. I love the greenery of this place. The grass, the trees, and my favorite (which isn’t really green but I love it nonetheless), Spanish moss. I love the huge old trees around Orlando, and the palm trees and palmetto bushes as you get closer to the beach. I love all the lakes although they do make the roads windy. I love the daily rain showers that last for half an hour at most. Only in Florida does it rain in the back yard and not in the front (I swear! i’ve seen it!). I love the heat here… Even in 110 degree weather sitting in traffic in an un-airconditioned car with humidity that makes my hair curl. Well, I can’t say I LOVE that, but it sure as heck beats freezing my butt off just trying to get to dinner in Indiana. I love it when my cheeks are slightly pink after spending time outside (makes me feel healthy – the whole playing in the sun, getting your Vitamin D thing). I love the sunshine, I love the warmth, I love being able to ride the convertible with the roof down… Sporting my awesome sunglasses and blasting the music.

I wouldn’t say I’m quite a “Florida girl” but I’m getting there. Each time has been progressively harder to go back to Indiana. This fall will be the worse. I am glad it’s my last time to force myself, though. :-) And the best thing is that Paul comes tomorrow to ease my lonely heart for a week. I love him. I love my house. I love Orlando (never thought I’d say that). Life is good. :-) May the summer never end!

The Terminal

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Today my family and I went to see The Terminal. I enjoyed it a lot (with the exception of Catherine Zeta Jones). Tom Hanks plays a guy who is entering the States, but during his flight a coup overthrows the government in his home country, so his passport and visa are suddenly invalid. I really felt for him – in a foreign country, not speaking the language, and something’s wrong that he doesn’t understand.

When I was 11, my dad and I went up to Huaraz, a city nestled high in the Peruvian Andes. We took a bus there and back. On the way back, we were stopped by police for routine paper-check (all Peruvians are required to have their ID papers with them at all times). They went through the bus, asking each person to show their papers. My dad had his Peruvian visa, and the policeman looked at it and then told my dad to get off the bus. I was terrified, my imagination working overtime. Maybe I should explain a little bit about the terrorist activity during these years I lived in Peru. It had gotten better by the time I was 11, but bombs going off were not infrequent, and often terrorists would stop busses and rob and/or kill passengers. My friend’s dad and gradnfather were martyred by such a raid because of his beliefs. So when they told my dad to get off the bus, all I could think about was how I didn’t know what was going on, and how alone I was.

My dad came back on the bus soon after… Nothing was wrong, but they were double-checking his visa inside the building since he was a foreigner. I was very relieved. Thank God that they were actual police and not terrorists. :-)

But yeah, I can understand being in a foreign country and not speaking the language… But Tom Hanks learned quickly and soon was able to carry on conversations in English. He did much better than I ever got with Spanish. :-)

Days till Paul gets here: 2!!!


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a memo to all: today is my half birthday. :-) June 26th… Today I am 21 1/2 years old… wow! ancient. ;-) i always thought a half birthday was a fun day to acknowledge and the 26th is just a cool day in general (beth and josh have been married for 1 year and 1 month today).

i expect half a birthday cake for dessert tonight. yummy

paul gets here in 3 days!!