Back a while….

Oh my goodness , where to start. Well I suppose the best place is to start exactly where I am. At this moment. I am sitting in my friends’ Basement packing up my stuff hoping that my new landlord will be accepting my application so I can move into a new abode in the next week. yes. I am back in good ole san francisco where I left my heart 10 years ago and some how cannot seem to tear it away.

Things are different now.

In what way it is difficult to put my finger on. Or maybe i should say.

I’m different now.

As i sit and watch a spanish film , trying to regain some of my memory of this romantic language that I seemed to finagle my way around..with out a snorkel ,just months ago. I find myself stumbling to remember any other tense than the present. Which in a way, is truly ironic as I try to stay in this tense for most of my day-to-day processing. Difficult ? Tru dat! However simplifying is a life long learning skill for me and I am finding the beauty in it daily.

although as I pack…or try to without too much procrastination. I am realizing there is still much simplifying to do!! Ahhh.

So we left off in Argentina. Having lost the need to have a job. Which at the beginning of my trip was definitely an objective, be it a unknowing one, or at least an objective that I chose not to realize. I decided not to spend hours on end in internet cafes and trying to rewrite what had already been written. I decided to , simplify , and write only in my journal. Which, alas, it  is escaping my knowledge as to where this said journal actually is at this present moment in time. I am trying not to admit to the possibility that It may actually be lost!

I do believe that every thing happens for a reason and so on a positive note I am trying to look at this mishap as an advantage. I will just have to recollect my memories as accurately as possible but with also a hint of imaginary situations.  As I remember my journey as the honest stories that they are . I will continue my blog with a mix of just that. Truth and stories, Fact and fiction….we will see how that works out. In the mean time. Spare a thought for my little blue journal which I bought in Buenos Aires ,where the second half of my trip started to unfold along with my continual and subtle self-realization of, maybe the hokey pokey IS what its all about anyways.