Diversion, divertirse, de-vertere, to turn ones' self away from
etymology poses eternal mysieries
I dont want a distraction. evasion. hiding place.
I want abond. an attraction. a yoke.
with myself and my wind stained silver converse
with the schoolgirl holding her mothers hand out of love or fear
with the old vixen in the bright pink pants who puffs her cigarette like she's 20
with the bearded man serving as the collective tail of 3 dog. the aimless follower.
with the graffiti. the plants on the patio. the crosswalks.
with this microcosm of reality

5 months is way too short for a study abroad experience. You can only spend so long living in the moment before you realize the depth of the bonds you created. It is the little things I will miss about this place: making fun of Eliana's random affinity for the black eyed peas, how our maid seems to think michelle owns no shoes and puts all of hers in my closet, passing the artesenia on the way to class, sitting on the floor of the loft listening to charly garcia blogging when I should be doing work...

I didnt realize how much I loved it here until this weekend. I have phenomenal friends and families in two separate hemispheres. For every creepy similarity there is between my two lives there is a contradicting irony. It's like a flash sideways out of LOST.