Day 2: My Firsts

Sunset in Monteverde, Costa Rica
Santa Elena, Monteverde.

When Anna and I arrived at night, I felt drizzle but nary a cloud existed. I was thoroughly confused. It was mist, Anna said. I talked to my mom and she said it’s the mountain’s dewdrops that clings to your skin until you’re soaked. Did the mountain cry at night for the lost of the sun? Or did it cry because the moon will only have a few hours…a few days a month to see each other?
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Day 1: “Romancing the Stone” Bus Ride

Flying Over Costa Rica
Costa Rica. The strip of land connecting North America to South America, melding the two physically and ecologically. And I was heading there.

I’ve never been south of Barbados so my only experience of a Latin American country are through movies, books, and oral retellings. Of course, I had to watch “Romancing the Stone” and “South Park’s Rainforest Smainforest” episode while packing up for my trip. South Park was recommended by two best friends who are city girls to the core so it was their way to warn me of the dangers that lurk in Costa Rica. However, Anna recommended the prior movie for its romantic and adventurous appeal, which is more to my taste.
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Paris In My Pocket

Paris is as beautiful, dirty, crowded, and wildly romantic as I remembered it. I had hoped to find myself, rediscover what I want, all the things that would stop the pain that I had gone through. But then what can you expect in less than a week? So instead, I refocused on just relaxing, enjoying my time, spending quality time with my friend, and just seeing things. I walked from one end of Paris to the other. I took a street that I didn’t know and got lost. I walked what seemed like endless miles of cobblestones in small alley ways to asphalt cement of large boulevards.
Paris street
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Xiao Ker Ai

Xiao Ker Ai
Yesterday, I bought my first puppy. Seeing him wasn’t love at first sight. Holding him didn’t have that magical spark. I told myself I wouldn’t want a puppy unless it reached all my expectations. But I have an insane expectation of others and myself that nothing would ever reach all of it. Instead, I found myself contemplating the joy of a companionship, the thrill of a possible future, and the fear of all the unknowns in a relationship.
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Vows/Confidence

What is stable in a vow these days? Would the person you’ve loved for most of your life be there for you until you die? For richer or poorer, in health and sickness, til death do us part…what are those meanings? To love, to honor, and to obey…what do they mean when the divorce rate in America is 50%? How could half of the people in America give up on vows? Should it be called vows then? Shouldn’t it be called temporary agreement until something is better?
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The Unknown

Outside my window, the weather is cold with snow drifting slowly down as if suspended in air. Beyond the window, I see my future yet I’m stuck here in the present, caught in the past by my own emotional tangle. But every tangle we make, it’s our duty to untangle it ourselves. If we were able to tie a knot, shouldn’t we know how to unwind it too? If you are careful, watchful, and aware of what you do, you are not afraid to make mistakes because you know what steps you took to get to that point so you won’t take it again.
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Companionship

If I walked into the sunset, would the sun never set? Would it always hang in the sky in limbo with moonrise? If i watched for a butterfly, would it never come to me? If I turned my back to everything I fear, will I be living my life? If I wait for tomorrow, will I have the chance that I’ve been waiting for? For a girl like me, time is finite so patience is the last thing I can offer anyone, even to myself.
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Spilt Milk

When you cry for a week over spilled milk, you lose sight of where the mop is and the milk ends up rotting in front of you. The smell gets so foul but because you’ve sniffled so much, your sense of smell is stuffed up, you don’t even notice. Of course, when you start to see that the milk is just a liquid that will eventually dry out and disappear, it only leaves a stain on the floor for a few weeks or so. But if you wash it, you’ll have a clean floor, fresh air, and a new glass of milk that might even be better than the one you spilled. It was meant to be that it spilt, so they say. You’ll have a new glass of milk that could be better.
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I Am Belle

Disney is known for a lot of things. It can be blamed for a lot as well. Who else would twist a fairy tale story where the main female commits suicide into a happily ever after with her prince charming. I’m sure Hans Christen Anderson must have choked watching that, if he can watch in heaven or hell or…purgatory…his new life…wherever he is. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it. I loved “The Little Mermaid” but it’s also very idealistic. Aside from the whole concept of prince charming, maids being rescued, finding your one true love at first glance, Disney movies have that “je ne sais quoi” that appeals to each and every individual. It some how isn’t just a movie. It becomes a life that extends beyond the screen. It came to me one day talking to this man about Disney movies that the movie we absolutely love seems to reflect who we are.
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