Returning from England…

I suppose I should say something about what I realized in England. If you want to read about the details of my trip and see some pictures, skip over there by clicking here…

I wrote about 40 pages in my journal in the last 11 days… as a lot was on my mind. Amongst all the dancing and traveling I met a lot of people and thought about them, perhaps too much. I thought about how different we are when we know we’re never going to see someone again. I questioned the morals of how people behave when their boy/girlfriend is on the other side of the Atlantic. I rationalized how in 7 days of intense contact you can go through the same stages that you would having known someone for a few hours per week, for a few months. Camp, dance, accents, alcohol, and being in a foreign country all create some wild circumstances.

In brief, I met someone who confused the hell out of me… and had a clatter ring pointed toward her heart. I met someone who reminded me of a past flame, only more attractive and a better dancer. I met some people who were really passionate about what they do, be it dance or medicine. I met some people that I’ll talk to every other day… and some who I hope to never think about again.

My trip was wonderful and I’ve had a really big smile on my face since I’ve gotten back. I want to turn a new leaf with my classes and my RA job. Unfortunately I’m behind in classes and sleep right now. But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.

I feel a lot older than I did 11 days ago. Part of it’s the laidbackness I was around at the camp. Part of it’s the degrees of tolerance I saw in those around me. And part of it’s just because I’m back from the first real vacation I’ve taken that I can remember (see above picture from the subway).

In the next few days I intend to write in more detail about some of the topics I mentioned above. But, like I said, schoolwork comes first. And before that comes sleep… goodnight.