Notes …
May 5th, 2009 by Lisbeth Prifogle
Why is it I feel more comfortable in alone, in a hostel, in a city as foreign to me as wearing a uniform for the first time, than anywhere else?
It’s raining outside. The kind of rain that makes me think some sort of god is trying to wash away our sins – cold and dark and melancholy. Or maybe the angels are crying – there’s plenty for them to cry about. Or maybe it is the earth starting over – reveling in a refreshing, cold, spring shower?
Anyways, I’m in San Francisco a bit unexpected, but the change of scenery is a welcome to my worry filled mind.
Hostels in America are $25/dorm room. Clean, friendly and filled with foreign backpackers. It felt weird driving into the alley a block from Union Square in my little bug filled with my leftover belongings. I felt so out of place pulling clothes and electronics out of the trunk while European travelers stared as they smoked their sexy, stylish, skinny cigarettes.
Again I find peace in solitude. Maybe happiness is meant to be shared and peace is meant to be alone. I don’t know anymore. I just don’t know. But to the man in the coffee shop in Cuzco I would still answer – Yes, yes I am happy where I’m at right now.
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Libby, I’m still reading your blogs and enjoying getting more insight into you and your experiences.I think the last I spoke to you was a night at the Sod where I know I had a few too many Guiness and, as memory recalls, so did most everyone else there that night. Reading your blog sheds so much light into who you are and I’m pretty confident that I get you. You’re an intriguing person. When you’re back in SD in June, I’d love to sit and talk just to hear where you’re coming from.
Live for today,tomorrow may never come.
Fleming