After 3 flights I have made it to Cusco in one piece. My last flight from Lima to Cusco was a bit chaotic but nothing detrimental. It seemed as though every single flight to Cusco on every airline had been delayed, mine included. I felt like part of herd of cows that were all slowly trying to get to the bus to the Tarmac to the plane. The hour flight was rather uneventful (although I did sleep most of the way). So basically 34 hours after leaving my house in Calgary I have a new home in Cusco. Being here reminds me so much of Southeast Asia. Just different faces. I’m still scared, but I guess that should be expected in any new city. Hopefully I meet some friends so I can break out the cards against humanity I made such an effort to bring.
I should probably nap, I haven’t for more than 4 hours in the past 24. But after I go walk around some more!
I think once you accept that you’re alone, it starts to feel a little better. You start to enjoy your own company and those silences you dread are no longer filled with that ache of loneliness. You start to focus on yourself; you find your own happiness, or your own definition of it.
You find out about yourself, your identity not defined by the people around you.
You find you.
I once stood in front of the graphic design and art section of Chapters book store, almost in tears at how overwhelmingly excited I was. I thought to myself “This is it. This is what I want to do”. I couldn’t stop picking up books on web design, publishing, new media arts, and graphic principles; giddy over the possibility that I could make a legitimate career out of something I was so excited about. I know this may sound quite cheesy, but it is the honest truth, and being honest and truthful is often the best way to communicate passion.
if you legit use the word “slut” to describe someone who has a lot of sex i dont wanna know you bye
The proper word is “lucky.”