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Let’s comment on why I’ve named this blog as so:
“Some days you eat the bear; some days the bear eats you.” This is what my mother has repeated to me my whole life. It means sometimes days suck, sometimes you kick ass. Joan Armatrading came up with this line, I suppose.
This blogs title: i think this world smells so good.
Well that’s a little self-explanatory. If there’s anything just wonderful about life, it’s our ability to smell — whether those smells are defined as disgusting or alluring. The thick, heavy (sometimes burnt) smell of Tuscaloosa. The mezcla of the smell of raw fish that has been sitting out too long and the sweet aroma of pan coming from the pastry shops mixed in with urine and feces from stray dogs littering the streets of Valparaíso, Chile. The smell of whatever those orange flowers are outside our window in Altadena in the morning that mixes with coffee and hazelnut creamer as the sun filters through the leaves onto the olive green sofa in the living room, with the LA Times in hand.
Alright, sorry, I’ll stop. I seem to be stuck or something — on the verge of snapping out of it, though. Soon I hope. So what will it be? Grad school?
I could travel. I could live on the beach of some Latin American country, free lance writing. Learning how to write about traveling, food and wine. I could be bettering my Spanish, too.
I could work. Hm. Anyways, it seems to me that classes have taken the lowest priority for me now. I really like my job at the CW. There’s so many other things I’d rather do than do my homework. While that sounds unsurprising to some, usually I don’t get much done besides homework once school has taken over my life, but I guess with big changes looming so close, I feel the need to just try things, read things and write things to get myself to some point.
I miss Chile.
