not over yet

whoooo hahahaha

So I'm resisting the terrible temptation to just fall back into the rhythm of Berkeley life (whatever that means) and am instead settling into Lothlorien, the veggie coop I'm in this semester. A sneak peek at a picture Andrew posted online of a street in my old barrio Brasil made me cry the other day, and all sorts of snippets of memories from my little bit of a life in Santiago rush back to me at the most random moments, making me pine for a lucky slice of my existence I swore I wouldn't take for granted but now seem to think I did, for the simple reason that I could not make it last forever. Chile is so, so far away, that sometimes I remember that feeling I had when I first got there, this sensation that wow, life goes on so far away and it is easy to imagine it is not there, when you are on the other side of the world. I think that sometimes when I see a photo of a destroyed Iraqi or Palestinian city, and shudder.

I am also really, really missing a much simpler life of not being an activist and not working! Wow, I guess I actually had time to do e-mail and call my family and do my freaking school work and write in my blog and get all angsty about all my mistakes in Love.

I still have so many stories I want to share from my last few weeks of travel, and now I'm glad I didn't get them down yet, so that I can savor them when I finally do get to them.

Hopefully, by the next time I get to that--and I actually already have the first installment of travel stories from the South of Chile, they're just still on my computer--I will have a new blog up, www.corrieregresaacalifornia.blogspot.com. Oh, it'll be in Chilean Spanish, so have fun with that.