dear you. three weeks since crossing the pond. I've lost the feeling of time.
I've lost also something else. that something that I was doing with myself and my life.
how do you spell it? complicate? could be.
I love my being a camp counselor job. It makes me be more me than I am used to being.
and honestly.. I don't have much to say. thanks for keeping in touch and being my one on ones even at a distance, you know I care for the very small things, comments, notes and questions. bothways.
apart from that, here are some trivial details:
- hot, humid, hyper-sunny days. half a day of lifeguard training highly sunscreen-ed and underwater cost me at least 4 big steps up the tan scale. got scared when I saw that lady in the mirror.
- and the rain came pouring down. showers that can give a good massage. hopefully not that often, it's camp.
- dark nights. dark, dark evenings. stars up high. mosquito nets.
- fireflies. first nights that I saw those crowds flying around, I stopped and gazed. sometimes I still do.
- New York City. that's a vibrant place. a whole new world and a lot nicer than I expected it to be. looking forward to going back there.
- tent sleeping. feels healthy. mandatory bed time at 10pm. yea, I'm serious. early mornings.
- very little but still free time for reading and hitchhiking the Galaxy.
- being nice. and american-nice. who said it's fake? it's just different.
- I'm thirsty for knowledge. seriously. looking forward for a read n write autumn. or life.
- I'm good.
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