Well...not anymore. Now, I'm actually on a train headed back to the city I call home from the city of music festivals, not sleeping, drinking pitchers of bud light at hooters while observing the diverse cultural groups from the balcony, gay clubs with way too many rooms, cab drivers who get lost, salsa dancing with random women, going to irish bars alone, meeting random people and animal cops, discovering phobias, deep conversation, hysteric laughter until your stomach hurts, wonderful eye candy and my favorite peruvians.
And....I managed to walk away with new perspective, an appreciation of travel and experience, a deeper understanding and gratitude for the quality of friends I have, a serious need to learn spanish, a slight hangover and a chunk of flesh missing from my elbow.
I'm truly blessed. Except maybe for almost missing the train, the a/c level being set on antarctic or the captivety of having to return to normalcy, reality or corporate america.
And so the world turns,, the train rattles along, a baby cries, my thoughts spin, my neighbor sleeps, my ipod plays my favorite tunes on my "train" playlist and I write, feel and cradle the unknown, reflecting and projecting...love in all forms.
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