I. Am. Sleep. Deprived. What a great time to write then, eh? I am currently en route back to Portland and believe I just had the worst airplane sleep ever—as in maybe I slept two hours on an overnight flight. This is also coming off of a weekend of 5-hour nights. ¡Que malisimo!
Anyway, what can I do? It's just part of the ups and downs and turns of life. (Note to self: Take a sleep aid next time. How could I forget this?)
Yesterday, as my flight took off from Buenos Aires, I quietly began to cry as I watched the expansive city lights fade away. All of a sudden my lengthy trip, was over. My friends asked, when are you going to return? I barely have the next 4 months planned out, so of course I had no answer for them.
I think back to my memories and experiences in Buenos Aires, the people I met, the streets I walked, the dances I shared, the emotions I felt, and I know that I've changed and learned and grown. But it is difficult to put my finger on just how that works into my returning life in Portland.
Today, I want to leave you with a female emcee that I've been listening to lately. This is Reverie from L.A.
This lady speaks her truth and I respect that. I don't share in a similar life story, but I see this lady open to change and growth. And that I can vibe.