Blogging is...strange, to say the least.
In this moment it feels like those times when you're surrounded by company, engaging in some form of conversation + you're on the edge of your seat waiting to share your thoughts. You start to speak up--only to be talked over by a friend's words. Looking around the room you hope to lock eyes; you hope to see the light of recognition that someone must be listening. But apparently not.
I am not sure if anyone will read my day-to-day musings.
+ I suppose that's alright with me. At the very least I can use this at a diary or journal of my year spent abroad.
I chose to wallpaper the background with a flock of birds in flight. More recently I have cultivated an interest in the conceptual meaning of birds. What they symbolize + the kind of hope they bring. Perhaps birds will become a thread throughout these postings--weaving these fragments into a greater cloth.
So I leave you with one of my favorite bird related quotes from a great movie. I challenge you to name which film before taking a peek.
"I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are just too bright...and when they fly away, the part of you that knows its was a sin to lock them up does rejoice, but still the place you live is that much more drab and empty that they're gone."
Sixteen days until departure.
Tchao for now.
-Leah
