so it turns out that it's just a small world (after all).

now... now i have to try to juggle all kinds of things and i may just end up in India by August.

confronting ghosts and nightmares.

Travelling alone makes me feel onion-ey. Layers and layers.

on that bike ride at UBC i could feel my seven year old self wake up (briefly) from the depths of somewhere and cheer that i am still exhilarated by wind in hair and flying down mountains. I don't know where she came from... didn't think she was still here.

So what about the fifteen year old, screaming at 4am? What does she think about a trip to Bangalore?

12:58 p.m. - 2003-07-01