West Coast is the Best Coast

So I've come to a conclusion of sorts about the past 3 weeks that I've been home.

Week 1: Quite similar to many other visits home- lots of CSI watching, a reunion or two with some of my closer high school friends, and a shit ton of cleaning, sleep and laziness.

Week 2: "What am I doing with my life?" moments. Will I be able to be a productive human being outside of the constructs of undergraduate life? Do I have a purpose? I actually really missed those sleepless nights in Mudd....for a hot second....but the moment was there ;)

Week 3: Finding some purpose. I started studying for the GRE 2-3 hours daily at the public library (which I love!), mailed some letters to people (staff, mentors and some friends in between) that I'd been meaning to send in Week 2, but was contemplating my state of non-job, non-college and total(-ish) freedom that time flew by and I forgot. I've also met up with a few Obies and high school friends which has kept me happy and reminds me, despite how much time passes, friends, real friends, will certainly be there when you come back from your journeys.
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So, the reason for the title of this post (besides its obvious TRUTH beyond all truth) is that I've (re)discovered how fucking amazing it is to have organic-hipster-hippie-biker crazies, cliffs dropping off into endless ocean water, farmer's markets, warm days and cool nights, hiking trails and flocks of youth confused and trying to figure out what to do to make the world better....over some fair trade coffee (or a cup of microbrewed beer) and a cigarette (thanks Sid and Penina...and Zeitgeist). I mentioned in my last post how I had missed the West Coast, but really, I'm remembering that about 4 years ago this was my home and I didn't really know it until I left. And now I'm back ready to bounce again, onto the next adventure...

Speaking of which, I finally acquired my ticket to Lima! I'm glad I finally have a concrete something to look forward to (25 days!) While despite being certain of my desire to get to Lima by the end of July, not actually having my ticket there kept me anxious. I've been waiting so long to see Alvaro again, and I'm absolutely ecstatic about my return to Lima (almost exactly a year from when I left).

I haven't yet mentioned the fabulous Eric Oeur yet in my posts, so I must here. Eric is living in my house for the summer and it really feels great to have an Obie around. While I feel kinda guilty every time he comes back, tired from sitting at his computer all day at work while I've usually slept in, gone running, showered, chatted with a friend, kicked it at the public library and played with my cats......I remember I put in my 4 years worth of work and I can still look at myself in the mirror without (too much) remorse :) Eric, my sister Lindsey, my brother Stephen and I have been watching Lost religiously (we've gotten through all of Season 1 and about half of Season 2 at this point....) and I have a few short thoughts:

Said is the shit, Sawyer is an asshole, but awesome (quite similar to my feelings towards a Dr. House- Lizzie!!! you know what I mean), I want to kick Jack, Charlie and Michael in the face for being idiots, and I really, really, really, really wish I'd won the lottery like Hugo. Dammit! All in all, I'm addicted and am glad I took to never watching T.V. at Oberlin as it takes up many hours of my evenings at this point and I probably would not be done with my college education had I decided to commit myself to T.V. series following (Lizzie, Obed, I don't know how you do it)

Goodnight friends!

R.I.P. MJ