The Train

Picked up Nessa and her mom at the train station earilier today. I really wish that it would be possible for me to go back to LU by train. I'm not a bad flier, just airports are such a hassle. There's just something classic about train travel, maybe because the heyday of the train was the turn of the last century. It's still sort of slow paced, you just feel like you're in an old movie sitting in a train station. Maybe if I can't afford to tour Europe after graduation, I'll just hop on a train and see The US and Canada. I just have always liked being alone with my thoughts, watching the world go by outside the window. Meet people all traveling somewhere, see where I end up. I've always had a bit of wanderlust. I suppose sometime I'll have the urge to put down roots, but I've always sort of liked the idea of taking off by myself and just seeing the world and seeing where ever I end up. There's just so much of the world to see, and so much to know...I just want so much to see everything the world has got to offer, and there's only one me, one life to see it all.

After we picked up Nessa we went down to the harbor and I've got a bit more for my pan spiritual room. I got a wall hanging made by a native tribe in the Baja peninsula, a pair of earrings made from Baltic Amber. A necklace made of this Asian wood hand carved into a frog (the Japanese symbol for good luck and safe travels) and another made from bull horn from New Zealand carved into the symbol for balance between this world and the next. What can I say, I've been in a spend thrift mood lately, and I suppose, what good is money if you don't use it to buy things that make you happy? My parents still pay for food and housing so I don't have to worry about going hungry or anything. If I want to spend a hundred dollars on jewelry then who's to tell me I can't?

Overall I've been in a pretty good mood lately. I still feel sort of bad about upsetting Michael, but he hit the anger stage of the stages of grief, and was a real ass a couple nights ago, so I don't feel as bad. It stopped me from thinking that I should maybe take him back. I still want us to be friends, but he's disappeared from online, and I've lost my phone, so I haven't talked to him lately. I am grateful that he was a good boyfriend to me, and I loved the time we spent together. And I am happy that we are now apart, hopefully to be friends if he can stand just being friends with me. I love my life, I really do. I love my friends, and my family, and where I live. I love that we're all healthy, I love that I finally took a chance on a relationship. I am content, and that's just a good feeling. I was going to call this post gratefulness originally, because I am, I am happy and I am grateful for my life. I just want to thank the Universe, God, Allah, Buddha, whoever has given me this good feeling, and this life.
-Lia