swimming lessons, laundry, dirty dishes, golf practice, wrestling, more laundry, tears, scraped knees, backyard baseball games, even more laundry, lunch, the disney channel, snack time, messy beds, nap time, Foosball, screaming, kicking, bonked noggins, car seats, spilled juice boxes, french fries and chicken fingers, taco bell straw fencing, exploded sauce packets, sympathetic looks, shakes of judgemental heads, questioning stares, understanding chuckles, shoes on the wrong feet, giggles, staring contests, tickles, free spankings, chasing, running away, filthy socks, soy milk mustaches, ketchup stains, Nerf gun wars, gameboys, flicked lips, creative dosing, chores, tooth brushing, hide-and-seek, you go hide.
i lead a life of normalcy. i am a hire-a-soccer-mom. i have a car seat in my backseat. i carry around a giant purse full of snacks and bandaids. i'd drive a minivan but gas isn't cheap. two months ago i lived in another country. i was independent. i was different. i was adventurous. now i'm a four-year old toting, extra clothes lugging nanny. what happened? i need to get out of here.
About Me
- kayla
- i love: the hippo song. toast. ankle socks. scarves. sunglasses. odwallas. headbands. love notes. ice cream. office supplies. shooting stars. cushy carpet. dried mango. football. jcrew. things that sparkle. the periodic table. chapstick. arched brows. journals. lab goggles. funny movies. poetry. skipping. musicals. 7 layer burritos minus the cheese. buccanators. bangs. sarcasm. a good book. dancing. old jeans. travel-size bottles. gauchos. sidewalk chalk. the number 7. praying. fish. cowboy hats. cute coffee shops. john mayer. ashley. sun. dreams. getting ready for a banquet. morals. applications. the smell of rain. winks.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
june 4
it's been over a month. how many changes did i expect? how many things actually turned full circle? how do i keep the good and change the bad? i've been home for three weeks... but who am i? and is home really home? am i the crazy white girl who speaks like a dominican, teaches little kids, falls in love with perfection, the girl who plays in the rain, and soaks up the sun? or am i the self-conscience one who's not sure she's cool enough to hang out with that crowd? who the heck am i?
april 24
platanoes!!! halelujah!! oh halelujah.
soy libre y no se como explicar los stimientos que tengo por camio y mas vida. me siento que tengo un millon opciones pero tengo miedo porque nunca halgo la cosa derecha. pero esta noche to hice que sentio derchecha, que sentio libre y real y loca. me fui a la casa de juan y dadeyva a ver su hijo nuevo y julio me acompanio. ashley y nathalie llegaron un poco mas tarde. cuando estabamos volviendo, comenzo a llover, y julio y yo corremos al pase porque la lluvia fue grande y dura.
estabamos solos y todo el dia nos sentiamos que alo va a pasar. todavia estaba lloviendo, y nos fuimos a la casita y subimos.
comenzamos a besar. despacio. soy dominicana.
soy libre y no se como explicar los stimientos que tengo por camio y mas vida. me siento que tengo un millon opciones pero tengo miedo porque nunca halgo la cosa derecha. pero esta noche to hice que sentio derchecha, que sentio libre y real y loca. me fui a la casa de juan y dadeyva a ver su hijo nuevo y julio me acompanio. ashley y nathalie llegaron un poco mas tarde. cuando estabamos volviendo, comenzo a llover, y julio y yo corremos al pase porque la lluvia fue grande y dura.
estabamos solos y todo el dia nos sentiamos que alo va a pasar. todavia estaba lloviendo, y nos fuimos a la casita y subimos.
comenzamos a besar. despacio. soy dominicana.
april 22
i haven't written in what feels a lifetime. it's been a month since i've opened this book and copied down the happenings of my adventurous life... but when i think back on all the changed that have taken place, it feels like so much longer. but like no time has passed at all...
my whole life feels like that right now. it feels like just yesterday i was packing my suitcase for the eighth time and kissing eric goodbye. then when i think about who i was or what i've done, i feel both miles and centuries away.
within the past month i've hid behind the couch from my dominican father, while talking to my american one. i've avoided the kissing Beto like the plague. i've talked to richard and julio and chachy like we've known each other our whole lives. i've applied for the RA position. i've internet flirted with old friends, but falling deeper in love with those here.
my whole life feels like that right now. it feels like just yesterday i was packing my suitcase for the eighth time and kissing eric goodbye. then when i think about who i was or what i've done, i feel both miles and centuries away.
within the past month i've hid behind the couch from my dominican father, while talking to my american one. i've avoided the kissing Beto like the plague. i've talked to richard and julio and chachy like we've known each other our whole lives. i've applied for the RA position. i've internet flirted with old friends, but falling deeper in love with those here.
march 22
we went to cascada limo today. we rode motoconchos (little motorcycle taxis) all the way there and asked the same ones to return in 3 hours. the ride left us a little stiff (30 minutes on a dirtbike with 2 other people will do that to you...) so we started up the trail a little slowly. we got lost, my bad once again.. apparently i have a terrible sense of direction. anyway, we finally ended up on the right track, we swam, we jumped off some rocks, it was so fun and i'm glad we went. my feet are killing me though.
oh! our motorcycle's tire went flat on the way back, leaving us stuck in the middle of town with no money and some crazy mixed up plan to get us back to the hotel. it worked out, but it took so long.
then we made pancake peanut butter, jelly, and rice crispy sandwhiches. definitely habit-forming-worthy. ashley is a genius. seriously. try it. i'm so tired.
oh! our motorcycle's tire went flat on the way back, leaving us stuck in the middle of town with no money and some crazy mixed up plan to get us back to the hotel. it worked out, but it took so long.
then we made pancake peanut butter, jelly, and rice crispy sandwhiches. definitely habit-forming-worthy. ashley is a genius. seriously. try it. i'm so tired.
march 20
saved a life today.
it's spring break and we've been spending it in las terrenas. we have a pool. i'm tan. ahhhhh. that's all i have to say.
oh, back to the life. there's a little boy staying here in the hotel, he can't swim, but he likes to try. he jumped in, and we thought he was playing... we'd been goofing off with him all week, but he didn't come up and he didn't come up. i jumped in (i was cold), i was scared. what if it was too late? did i wait to long? can i remember cpr? oh crap! i don't remember! so when i get him, what am i going to do? maybe ashley remembers...? i hope so. my hand grabs his tiny wrist and i drag him to the surface. he sputters. thank God. then i yelled at him for not wearing his life jacket. there's nothing worse than getting lectured in spanish... it's true.
it's spring break and we've been spending it in las terrenas. we have a pool. i'm tan. ahhhhh. that's all i have to say.
oh, back to the life. there's a little boy staying here in the hotel, he can't swim, but he likes to try. he jumped in, and we thought he was playing... we'd been goofing off with him all week, but he didn't come up and he didn't come up. i jumped in (i was cold), i was scared. what if it was too late? did i wait to long? can i remember cpr? oh crap! i don't remember! so when i get him, what am i going to do? maybe ashley remembers...? i hope so. my hand grabs his tiny wrist and i drag him to the surface. he sputters. thank God. then i yelled at him for not wearing his life jacket. there's nothing worse than getting lectured in spanish... it's true.
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