The feeling of feeling too much.
The feeling once you reach your exit, but yearn to keep driving.
The feeling of longing.
this little café is all abuzz with conversation. my latte is lukewarm and neglected. i am too busy leaning forward in my chair, eyes fixed on your mouth, i haven’t thought to take a sip. you are speaking thirty words a second and i am trying to discern each sentence, but before i can, one hundred more have been spit out onto the table. i can tell by your animated face that you are sharing something significant, but all i can hear is the milk steaming and the gossip being shared at the surrounding tables. the light above us is flickering and swaying and it is possible that it is all the hearts beating in one place causing this tiny earthquake to take place. one sip, my drink isn’t right. i asked for hazelnut.
I wrote this last year.
Yep, that was me! Why are you anonymous? Let’s be friends!
Eeek! I still don’t know the answer to the question “what do you want to be when you grow up?” Hopefully, I’ll be able to do something using my Spanish major/my love for languages in general. I think in dream world I would love to do something involving languages, my minor in ethnomusicology (world music and culture), music, and fashion. I have no idea what that could entail, but I find that scariness fun. Who doesn’t love mystery? I’m sure life with throw something my way completely unexpected and I’m pretty excited to see what’ll come my way. When i graduate, I’ll probably move to the west coast. That’s about all I have down so far!
Honestly, I can’t see myself stuck in one place for good. My favorite cities in the U.S. (so far) are Los Angeles and Austin. I could see myself living in either of those, but I crave to travel around the world as much as possible. I feel like I consider everywhere I’ve been my home and can’t wait to broaden that feeling to other countries. I really want to make my way over to Europe, so I can visit Spain and France. I’m a Spanish major and am also taking French. I’m fascinated my other cultures and want to learn as much as I possibly can!
When my brother was born! I was two years old and my grandma bought me a bunch of plastic jewelry to keep me occupied at the hospital.