Yahoo!

Que nervios!! Acabo de salir de mi entrevista con la Ciudad de Seattle. Si consigo este trabajo me muero! (Bueno, no me muero... per si que estaria re-contenta).

For whom the bells toll

Un dia como hoy, hace 4 años, me case con el amor de mi vida. Era una tarde soleada, rodeada de mi familia y amigos y era muy feliz. Hoy es un dia lluviso y frio y despues de 7 meses de separados, hablamos como dos extraños acerca de los impuestos y como vamos a hacer el divorcio.
Que loca que es la vida.

Things I rather be doing today other than doing timesheets:

- Leyendo “A Room with a View” a la sombra de una palmera.
- Viajando un un crecero rumbo Cuba, estadia: indefinida.
- En cama mirando una pelicula con mi familia entera.
- Desayundando un omelette en ese lugarcito que fuimos con Ale y Simon en Los Angeles.
- Caminando las calles de Buenos Aires fumandome un cigarrilo.
- Tomandome un vodka.
- Charlando y riendo con mi mejor amiga.
- Manejando, escuchando musica y cantando.
- Rascandome.
- Besando.
- Comprandome zapatos y carteras.

It’ll all happen soon. I have a feeling...

Yo sabia que esto iba a pasar. Sabia que me iba a encontrar en esta maldita posicion, sin saber
que hacer. Estoy tan indecisa con lo de mi mudanza, y que hacer con mi laburo, y que hacer con mis cosas, que mierda hacer con mi auto, como voy a viajar, me quedo?, me voy? La puta madre que lo re mil pario...tantas cosas que tengo que hacer! Arhhggg... Odio sentirme asi. Yo tengoque tomar una decision y rapido porque estoy en limbo y asi no voy a llegar a ningun lado.

Si alguien me preguntara” what would you rather be doing?” o “Where would you rather be?” yo diria que viajando, viendo el mundo, tirada en una hamaca comiendo mangos bajo la sombra de una palmera en Bali.

Misadventures at the Front Desk

8am first call

Me: Good Morning, (Insert company name) This is Karen how may I help you?
Client: Good morning Karen, may I speak with (insert name of principal)?
Me: I’m sorry, he’s at the movies.
Client: ...

Apparently my brain was still in bed this morning...or at the local theater.

Subtle, huh?
This is propaganda from 1970 by Asela Perez for the International week of solidarity with Latin America.
Pretty cool.

My Ghosts

I wonder what life has in store for me. I know, I know...we all wonder that and I know that if we knew beforehand what we have coming, we would not make any mistakes and things would be so boring and predictable. I just wonder if I’ll be happy, if I’ll have children, if I’ll own a home and who I’ll share it with.

Yesterday I saw an old couple at the grocery store and they were walking hand in hand, they were old and gray but they were there for each other. I don’t know that story behind them and who knows, maybe they hate each other and they were just holding hands for physical support but regardless, they were together and have probably weathered many storms in their lifetime.

Francis would always tell me that he had this feeling inside of him telling him we were meant for one another. He believed that we knew each other from previous lives, an eternity of them, and that in our next life we would somehow find each other again like we have for centuries past. We would talk about us growing old together and I believed him, I wanted to share that with him so bad. I have pictured us sitting side by side 50 years from now, outside our house somewhere down south, tasting the salt in the air and taking it all in.

I know that it is over between us and I’m glad it is. I wouldn’t want to share my life with a person that doesn’t love me back, but I can’t help but feel the void in my life, the emptiness I feel when I think about our future together, the tearing of my heart when I picture my unborn children and when I hear the echoes in my mind as I walk inside our un-lived house.

He has been the only person I have ever allowed myself to make plans with that hardest part to deal with is the hollow feeling that is left inside me...regardless.