At Home-ish

At Aunt Margo's.
Every time I come here
(and this is only the 2nd
at this location)
my heart feels at home.
Welcome isn't the word...
more like a sense of
peace, completeness, belonging.

I found myself stopping.
Catching myself -
Am I in Vacaville?
No- I went there,
with strange detachment.
I must be in Rock Hill,
after all, that's where
my home is -
No 0 I'm thousands of
miles form my house.
Plumas Lake?!
This town is foreign
to me, and yet, home.
Home is where the Aunt is.

Empleado

Holy... wow.
I can NOT believe the job contract
that I just got...

Giving a whole lot of thanks
(more than a lot)

I knew something good
would come along, but
this might just take
the cake.

Elephant Poo, and a Great Cheeseburger!

Went to the SF MOMA yesterday with an awesome girl I met at my hostel. We had fun, but were mostly unimpressed with what passes for "art" these days. And the museum staff wanted to make sure we stayed back from all displays & no flash photography. It's like this - clearly the artists didn't take themselves seriously (A trailer? That's art?) And yet the staff treats it like a precious artifact? Loved LOVED the painting made with elephant dung. (*despite the dung, not because of it!)

The day was absolutely beautiful! After the museum, we hung in the park & realized we were hungry. I had a hankering for a Dave's burger (I'd been thinking about them for about a week) & on a whim we walked the mile back to the hostel then drove nearly 40 miles 48 miles to get a fabulous cheeseburger! (The poor girl got a taste of a local chola old-lady talk, yammering about her once-revered switchblade) but loved the cheeseburger all the same. Had a lot of fun, & it was nice to be able to let a foreigner tourist see a little bit of the non-tourist areas.

Did my ACLS prep class last night. I felt retard-iculous. Glad I rescheduled the actual ACLS.. I would've NEVER passed it! (That's all I'm gonna say about that).. It's time to get ready so I can check out of my hostel.