Have any of you gone back to your college campus and just felt…..old? I remember going to the UCSB campus with Jeff when we first started dating, almost four years ago. I was so excited, since I hadn’t been there since graduation. Mind you, at this point it had only been a little over a year since I had graduated. And yet, things felt so weird. For one, you no longer have the same connection to the campus. It’s not your campus anymore, you’re not walking to class, or rushing to work at the poli sci department, or going to some club meeting. Nope, you’re just a stranger walking by, an alumni trying to relive your glory days! What weirds me out the most is how old you feel by it. I honestly don’t “feel” very different from one I graduated, or for when I started college, for that point. But I look at college kids these days and they just look so darn YOUNG! In my mind, I’m not that much older, not that much more mature (weeeeeeeell, this one can be argued), not that much different from where these college kids are in their life, and yet, I am. It’s a crazy realization, huh?
Here’s what I love about bridal showers, bachelorette parties, baby showers, etc.: you get to meet the different groups of friends of the person being celebrated. For my wedding festivities, there were the high school friends (Bhavini, thank you for representing!), the undergrad grup, the law school group, the Starbucks group, the work group, etc. It may cause a little bit of an anxiety attack to think of all these groups meeting, and wondering how they will mingle, but it’s also absolutely amazing to see all of your closest friends, from all walks of life, together in one place.
I remember the days, and I remember them well. I had made it through the initial stages of waking up, pulling some clothes over my head, pretending to brush my teeth, getting my backpack ready, and finally making my way to the kitchen. Drag my feet over to the pantry…pull out the cereal box…a free mini pez dispenser! A free super duper cool spoon! A free watch, action figure, trading card, or sticker! The possibilities were endless. And my excitement, extreme.
Abby and I were wandering the halls of the Miami international airport, our last stop before boarding a plane to Haiti. We had a bit of a layover, and I really wanted to find something worth reading. I perused the bookstore for quite a bit of time, hoping to find something cheery and uplifting. I knew I was headed to a county that had been devastated by January’s earthquake, so I didn’t want something that was super serious or a “downer” by any means.
Well, it seems Guatemala can’t catch a break. Faithful readers may remember some prior blog entries where I mention the CICIG, the Commission Against Impunity in Guatemala, and the work of it’s director, Carlos Castresana. For whatever criticism Mr. Castresana and the CICIG have gotten, no one can deny the fact that more has been done in the past two years by Mr. Castresana and this organization to fight crime and corruption, then in anytime since the end of the civil war.
The last couple weeks have been a little rough in Guatemala. It started when the Volcan Pacaya started erupting a leeeeeeettle more aggressively that normal, and began spewing ash all over the city and surrounding areas. If I’m not mistaken, this may be the same volcano that my family and I hiked up to on Christmas Day back in 2007. Pacaya has been an active volcano for quite some time, but it’s been a little over ten years since it was this active.
Sooooo, story of my life, money is in short supply. As our rent was due today, it was a rough day, financially speaking. A special thanks to a little angel who helped us out big time today.