happy wild things
Exibit A, my friend's organically cozy bed in Vancouver (complete with Perrier, chocolate almonds that apparently scent detecting kiwi airport dogs don't give a flip about, and an anxiously slow cab ride back to the airport. for a late flight. of course.). So, after a variety of adventures including cramming all my luggage into the handicapped washroom stall, fantastic congee in Auckland, and no less than 4 silent seat neighbours (I think they could smell the murderously foul mood I was travelling in) I arrived to familiar chaos bathed in 5am, musky, sweet, warm & moist New Zealand darkness. And now, 3 days later, I sport a darker shade of brown, a knapsack emptied of novels and mints and crammed instead with papers and textbooks, about 80 pounds less of outerwear and a thrilling case of insomnia/exhaustion. Today I walked home through 45 minutes of towering bamboo stands, screaming cicadas, enormous whispering ferns and everything dark and leafy and ripe. 8 hours of class today, and my first clinical day is tomorrow. And I am happy as a wild thing.