Saturday, August 13, 2011

I used to write letters I used to sign my name

     After packing up three months worth of my life and doing some last minute shopping for tomorrow's festivities I'm chilling out before the night falls. I'm not too sure I'll get another chance to write before I step on that plane in 46 hours. In short, my trip home is expected to take 52 hours with 22 hours of hang time on a plane. I'll bounce from Taipei to LA to Denver with 26 hours in LA. I come home, have a few days, then set out again for the sand dunes and eventually Tahoe.

     Although I really wish I had more time here, I hear home calling. We all know if I stayed on, the second the snow blanketed the Rockies I'd come wandering home. I'm longing for that moment at the airport; the one where time stops for a brief moment and I can finally say 'hello.' However, I've got unfinished business in this part of the world, and I'm a creature of closure. When I say I'll be back I mean it. Once I'm finished with school next July I'll return.

     I put together a quick little 'project' for the closing of this chapter. The following is a series of faces of my South East Asian summer. I don't know the names of some of these people. Others have changed my life forever. I will never see some of them again and some have become life-long friends. What I will really take away from my time here are the people that shaped my experiences, no matter how brief or long the encounter...

and if it helps hear this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqyakRmPNM8



























































-M

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