not forgetting

Some say new technology is taking the intimacy out of our interpersonal relationships, but as a transplant to what feels at times like a different civilization, I would beg to differ. Today I came to the realization that if it weren't for that obnoxious list of ways in which I can call/stalk/keep in touch with people, I wouldn't have been able to adjust to my new life as easily as I have.



I haven't really given myself much time to look backwards. With everything school lays on my growing plate I stay pretty busy. But every once and a while, something will remind me of home. A faint whiff of my past will drift across my nostrils and if I stop for a minute I can actually recall the scent of the ocean. And in a second it all comes back to me. I am suddenly sitting on my favorite extension of sandy beach from which you can see the pacific stretch out to malibu on my right and long beach to my left. Behind me are people roaming the sidewalks selling love and music and medicinal marujana. But I digress... (see, even now I censor myself).



I can't let myself dwell on these thoughts too long. There is too much to do in the present (technically, I should be studying for tomorrows exam). I don't want to forget these wonderful memories, but I do feel as if there is so much other information to learn that I should be prudent with my reliving of them. Luckly, one thing I insist on making time for is staying connected with all those I love on the west coast. Thats where I am happy to pay homage to the gods of communication. So thank you for my cell phone so that I may get weekly updates on love lives, successes, hardships or even just to discuss the best outfit to wear out on a friday night. Thank you for Facebook, so that I may get photos that bring a grin and a chuckle to my face in the middle of the library. Thanks to gchat for allowing me hear about the escapades of my roommates and friends. Many thanks to the airplanes that brought my friends and family out here to keep me company for a few days. Thanks even to the postmen who deliver handwritten letters telling me I'm still missed. School is challenging, and bereft of time for socializing, though I'm trying my best. But having that connection to home no matter how disconnected I really am from it, is so worth it.