obviously.
in the same way, enough time has passed for me to officially recognize this past summer, as in the past, enough time has passed for me to recognize my trip to bangladesh/india, as also having occurred in the past. so i found myself telling ryan all of these stories from my trip, which i'm sure i had already told him, but for some reason, i hadn't - and they were astounding stories! totally delightful. i had ryan on the edge of his seat at one point. and i think it took this long for me to recognize the significance of that trip, because that's what time does. it allows you the opportunity to recognize realities upon reflection. and i know, there are tons of people who fly back and forth, and travel all the time, and i spent a good week of my trip following my mom around shopping, but given my particular historical context, my individual history, my subjectivity, i can officially say that trip was fucking mind blowing and yes, i hope to go back, and no i have absolutely no regrets in going in the first place. where ever i stand years from now (i mean, perhaps i'll become a wild traveler, who knows) - i can't ever forget this. and i realized i can't, because i literally can't. because yesterday, as i was telling all of these stories to ryan, they were flooding out of me, with animation, and brevity, and stimulating pauses. i can't wait to tell you all, too.
also, i also spent the latter part of yesterday's afternoon trying to convince my classmates their dreams were possible.
in the same way, enough time has passed for me to officially recognize this past summer, as in the past, enough time has passed for me to recognize my trip to bangladesh/india, as also having occurred in the past. so i found myself telling ryan all of these stories from my trip, which i'm sure i had already told him, but for some reason, i hadn't - and they were astounding stories! totally delightful. i had ryan on the edge of his seat at one point. and i think it took this long for me to recognize the significance of that trip, because that's what time does. it allows you the opportunity to recognize realities upon reflection. and i know, there are tons of people who fly back and forth, and travel all the time, and i spent a good week of my trip following my mom around shopping, but given my particular historical context, my individual history, my subjectivity, i can officially say that trip was fucking mind blowing and yes, i hope to go back, and no i have absolutely no regrets in going in the first place. where ever i stand years from now (i mean, perhaps i'll become a wild traveler, who knows) - i can't ever forget this. and i realized i can't, because i literally can't. because yesterday, as i was telling all of these stories to ryan, they were flooding out of me, with animation, and brevity, and stimulating pauses. i can't wait to tell you all, too.
also, i also spent the latter part of yesterday's afternoon trying to convince my classmates their dreams were possible.
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