So I am finally back in America. And as I have slowly recovered from jet-lag and a slight sadness at the returned commonality of my accent I have started to digest my adventures and process them into lessons. And though I am sure this is not my most important lesson, it is the one I have noticed most upon my return. Living in Gilbert, Arizona, for me, is easy. Ok, so life isn't "easy" anywhere, and of course everywhere has its' struggles and difficulties, but, for me (I'm so "post-modern, right?) life in Gilbert is easy-er.
There are certain things that I like that life in Arizona just can't give. And though it would be easy to stay here with everyone I know and love, to do the expected thing, I think it would be my undoing. I love Gilbert, Arizona, and I fit in just a little too well for my own comfort.
A few days ago my dad and I were talking about preferences. If I could choose whatever I wanted to eat it would probably involve long noodle-type pasta, tomatoes, avocado, something spicy, and lots of garlic (no, this is not a recipe, its just my favorite flavors), and something fruity for dessert with good wine. If I could choose anything I wanted to read it would be something imaginative, funny and with a deeper metaphorical background. My sheets would always be Jersey-knit, chairs would always be the kind you sink into, water would always be purified, the weather would be just warm enough for a skirt, but cool enough for a light jacket, and all the Earth would be covered in soft things to walk on so that I could always have bare feet. But I've come to terms with few, if any, of my preferences ever being met and a given time. And I kinda like it that way. I kinda like not having everything I want most of the time. It makes those times when you do have the few things that you really like more significant.
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