you know, i could really get used to living abroad if i can keep up the traveling back home every few months. being home in december for xmas and then again just last week feels really good. like ate said, "back so soon! it's like you live in san francisco." and then there's barça - i think it helps that mack and i moved into our new apartment. it's new, clean, and it has a garage spot for our car. truth be told, i had no idea how essential having a car garage was to leading a happier life. it makes a huge difference. huge.
some thoughts. people can get pretty confrontational in l.a. but in barcelona, it's the complete opposite. and sometimes i catch myself getting a bit annoyed, say, when someone bumps into me getting into the metro and they don't even look at me to say "perdona" or "lo siento." whereas, while in l.a. it could get a bit tiring making sure to be polite, recognize the person you accidentally bumped into or whatever, and say "excuse me," because if you don't, people get totally pissed off and call you out on how inconsiderate or uncompassionate you were being. can i get a "shame on you?" exactly.
what i'm trying to tell myself is: fuck the bullshit. there's more to life than these little thought-out or not-thought-out things. who the fuck cares? as long as i'm breathing, walking, seeing, hearing, i'm good.
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