This is the journal entry I wrote the day I was driving north to the cabin with my parents. This is the journal entry I wrote the day Rick asked me to marry him...
May 21, 2008
Driving to Kabekona with Mom and Dad in the Lego green van. McD's in Cambridge. You know we're getting north when the radio starts going fuzzy and the sun drops low in the sky - a seemingly simultaneous event. There's no traffic to speak of and the farms are like quiet little machines as we pass by, occasionally smelling of manure. Road trip. Reverse culture shock? Hardly. I feel like I am under a constant shifting - sleep-deprived after a full night of sleep - familiar but not familiar scenery - an impossible task of relaying the past four months under categories of "Favorite Things" "Most Interesting City" "Biggest Difference" "Things I Miss the Most" etc. I haven't cried once since arriving in the U.S. I've come close many times, but still feel strangely numb and strangely receptive. Need I be brave here too? Why do I feel just as lonely at night, surrounded by the smells and sounds of home? There might be frost tonight. The trees aren't fully bloomed and look a little shy in the sunshine.
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