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~ Tales of a vagrant ant ~
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5.17.2003
Well, I'm back... sorta
So, I've been back in Vancouver for a wee bit now... Many things have transpired since I last wrote here. Wow. I feel like I've experienced so much since I last wrote in here. So much so that I've been rather hesitant writing into here, just because I'm having trouble articulating into words my thoughts. So many people have been like "How was Costa Rica?" and quite frankly, I don't think any of the explanations i've really given out have been able to convey my experience with any semblance of accuracy. And I dunno, in a way, maybe it's meant to be that way, an experience that cannot be really shared, but simply remembered by me. I will attempt to give an idea of what I did on the trip, in terms of the certain details, and i'll just type up my journal that I wrote on the trip, and just post it up. maybe not on blogger, but maybe my guelph site, so that I can scan and include some pictures with it. That should be cool. So I'm just gonna stick in the link in here now, but it'll probably be a little while before I get anything up there, and I'll post it again later anyways... But here you are, enjoy my nonexistent page about my Costa Rica Trip. But since I've been back, I haven't really felt quite the same. For the first little bit, I was suffering from reverse culture shock, coming from an entirely sustainable eco-village, to an increasingly materialistic society where what counts in life is the brand of your watch and how much you spent on it. That's the first thing I came back to, with my cousin running up to me, demanding that I guess these details on the new watch that I got. And quite frankly, I couldn't really handle that, or my grandpa having too much to drink, while many of my relatives egged him on, while laughing at him. It just made me feel rather ill, and not want to be there. Like one of my cousins was saying to him "you drunk old man", and although he was indeed drunk, I think that a 10 year old should have respect to not berate their grandparent in such a way. And when he asked me if I knew what "closing your eyes" meant, it really gave me the chills to hear my grandpa talking in such a fatalistic manner. I've seen him since then (we had some dimsum), and it was good to see him in much better spirits, and I think that it was just the alcohol talking in him, so that's a good thing. And I guess in the end, I don't necessarily view death as such a terrible thing, because it's simply a natural part of life. In life, there is death, simple as that.
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