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a sad morning - Salvador Dali in a lawn chair.
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a sad morning
Dinner last night with friends. A farewell party for John and me. Camino got very teary-eyed. I stayed up all night working on school work. This morning it was my turn to cry. While I was packing, Camino got up and cooked us breakfast, a Spanish omelette, rice and seaweed, and an assortment of other breakfasty things and candy. Donna wandered in and we ate slowly, smiling and myself a bit sniffly, listening to the Spanish music tape of Camino's that I've grown to love. She gave it to me. The perfect gift. All of what I think of her and this time I've spent with her is in the beautiful words that I can't understand and the music that makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. I've never felt so alive; but the fighting off the melancholy is all I can do to keep my head straight to get myself packed and as much done before I'm forced on the plane.

It was only a few weeks ago that I finally started to get the hang of things and think of Seminar House as my home. So quick to come and go, the price of a person who travels so much that they have no home. Their home is where they make it. This wanderlust is a part of who I am, but so are each of the places where I've set my bags, so is the farm and the lonely house on Jamestown Rd. that holds my heart in its tattered shutters and dirty walls.

I don't have much time to write. I'm trying not to let the rush affect me. I think if I lost this last little bit of time, it would hurt me more than a failing grade.

Goodbye, Camino, my omu, a soul who has become like a sister, mother and friend at the same time. She's a bit of every woman who is dear to me, yet transcends them all with a spark that is all her own. You deserve more than simple happiness can afford you. Goodbye, Chris, Tamara, Arumi, Kristin, Sole, Loru, Joe, Donna, both Jessica's, both Tonya's, Hiroki, Aki, Kumiko, Leslie, Marsha and Beck, Kent, Bjorn, Kevin, and everyone else that it hurts me now to think of leaving. If I see any of them again, it'll be a blessing, but more likely a miracle since there are sometimes oceans between us. If I've forgotten to mention someone, forgive me. There are honestly too many here to write.

Adios mi amigos.

Sayonara.

Suenya con los angelitos.

You have taught me more than any book, my teachers and my friends. Be blessed.

mood: melancholy melancholy
music: Isqual Sermmino's or whatever the hell his name is

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gsan From: gsan Date: May 16th, 2001 09:41 pm (UTC) (link)

. . .

I'm sorry, Ginger... I know how hard it is to leave something so special like that... even if it's not really your decision, but something you HAVE to do... memories are just never good enough, are they?

Well, if it makes you feel any better, ::HUG:: and I'll give you a much bigger one when you (and I) are back in MS... you were warned ;-Þ

G-san
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