In Brazil. I miss this sky. I miss driving in the afternoon when the sun was out and there was wind in my hair. I miss driving like crazy and forgetting to fill up with gas. I miss giving my friends a ride back home when it was the end of the day. I miss the fruits I'll never find here and the ice cream that destroyed the voice my teaching required. I miss all hugs and all warmth only Amazonians can have. And I miss the water that was my addiction, excruciatingly cold. And I miss that atmosphere of painfully hot weather, burning my brain in a class of Saturday afternoon. And I miss all my students, even the ones who drove me crazy. I miss... but I know how to live the "now" and I love the cultural diversity I will never find back home. I miss and I have. I have and I lose. I lose and I care. I care and I choose. I use and abuse... Larissa Fauber - 16/05/09 - in a house-bedroom-weather-friend-car-homesick night :)
