So, in a creepy facebook way, I was looking at someone's pictures of Cuba. A friend of a friend, but it's nice to be able to look through their pictures. It was amazing to be taken back there and remember those things. So damn lucky. To Hamlin street in the art district and see stuff that I could have never imagined. The psicoballet and how hysterical and beautiful it was. The hospital, the doctor's office. Pain I will never know, beauty I'll only see once. Even as I write this I can really only think about the water and how blue it was. You can read about it, you can see photos and you never really get it until it takes your breath away. And you stare at it and drink it with your eyes because it's so blue. It's like bathing in sunshine.

And the people you love and who love you. The ones who journey with you as you feel like what you knew crumbles in your hand and trickles through you fingers. The ones who laugh with you, skinny dip with you, ask questions, listen to questions, cry, get mad, run, spin, eat weird food. The ones you never see again. The ones who teach you more in a week than you wonder if you've learned in your life. They give more with a meal than you think you can give with your whole heart. They don't care that you don't get it. For some reason, you get to be loved by them.

It wasn't always magical. I hated parts of it. I was lonely, frustrated, scared, sick, pained. But it was really small in comparison to the magic in the smiles, the you-have-no-clue-what's-happening laughter, the aha! moments, and sharing.

Just as magical as a street corner popsicle between friends.

Give me a reason to fall in love

So, really, living with five girls in a two-bedroom apartment is pretty rad. I'm sure the light sleeping will either take care of itself or I'll get tired. But now is great. Life at the M is good, except that I have to pee. Life in general is good. I just feel unsettled. I wonder about that whole in-the-moment thing when I think "If only I had a house, if only I had another job..." I suppose It's fine since I'm enjoying myself, just a little stressed out. Dangit, I realized I forgot a scrubbie.

Also, there is the sweetest guy who works at the flying M. He reminds me not to be a beeyotch to the rude customers. After Sydney and I had a very nerdy conversation last night about coffee and customers, everyone was amazing today. Some of the nicest customers I've ever had. I forget how much you change someone's day by the look on your face and how much your perfect order means to you.

The house hunt continues. I feel like we get close often, but not close enough. And then we all talk big about how we will go in and wrangle our way into the perfect deal. Mostly just for laughs. Hopefully the current prospect will work out. I asked them to leave the "I kiss better than I cook" sign above the sink.

I haven't started missing everyone yet. I don't think it feels real since we're so wrapped up in finding a house and jobs. I really would like to be settled. And I think once we just get there, it will be time to move to Spain. And really, after that, I might be temped to move into my parent's garage just to have roots.

I think they're closing shop for the night. Adios