10.15
It's Sunday night and I'm listening to Landslide because I'm a basic a$$ bitch and I can't stand the thought of my life passing me by without really feeling every every minute. It's hard for me to remain connected to everything while surrounded by semi-strangers in this brand new place. It's only natural that there is still a tangible distance between me and all that is around me. The distance is definitely breaking down quickly, though. I actually have a feeling there will be no such thing as distance very soon, at the rate life is going. I've been here for five days and it feels like at least two weeks. I do everything with my teammates, and I mean literally everything. I was with them from 7am to 8pm today, until finally dipped because I needed to defend some of my personal space, somehow. Yesterday I was with them from 8am to midnight. We eat breakfast together, go to trainings together, eat lunch together, spend breaks together, eat dinner together, hang out after dinner. I've never seen anything like it. It's weird but also good, because I already feel like we are part of a little family that is obligated to love each other but is glad that they are obligated to love each other..
Today, we went to Paradise Beach along the American River in Sacramento. We walked along a desert-esque landscape with cacti and palm trees and warm sand and it all felt very California. I wasn't planning on swimming in the river, because apparently there are "unsafe levels of e. coli" in there, and it was freezing as heck. But, my water-lovin "nautical" self (as Kerry once described me) can't stay away from water so I jumped in anyway and probably stayed in for too long. We all spent the day playing football, throwing frisbees, and trying to master our tight-roping skills beneath the trees. On the way home, Jasmine and I discovered we have the same taste in music, and the whole van jammed out to Kings Of Summer. Keeley and Alexis made us all a makeshift mac and cheese dinner, where they melted a bunch of cheddar cheese and butter in a pot and poured it over pasta. The cheese got all clumpy and stringy and everyone gave them a lot of grief for it, but they did the best with what they had. I didn't do anything to help the situation, either. I just stood there the whole time snacking on crackers and trying to provide moral support. We sat outside at the blue picnic tables for the cheesy-clumpy-dinner, laughing about Grant's constantly existential conversation topics/hilarious bluntness and how we feel like being here is like being on vacation at a prison (in the best way possible).
Tomorrow, I'm waking up at 5 to run around and work out in the dark with my team. I know little changes are happening in me because I already don't mind getting up before the sun. I let it take its time crawling above the sky while I go about my day, trying to create something good out of myself.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62iOcrKHG6Q.
Today, we went to Paradise Beach along the American River in Sacramento. We walked along a desert-esque landscape with cacti and palm trees and warm sand and it all felt very California. I wasn't planning on swimming in the river, because apparently there are "unsafe levels of e. coli" in there, and it was freezing as heck. But, my water-lovin "nautical" self (as Kerry once described me) can't stay away from water so I jumped in anyway and probably stayed in for too long. We all spent the day playing football, throwing frisbees, and trying to master our tight-roping skills beneath the trees. On the way home, Jasmine and I discovered we have the same taste in music, and the whole van jammed out to Kings Of Summer. Keeley and Alexis made us all a makeshift mac and cheese dinner, where they melted a bunch of cheddar cheese and butter in a pot and poured it over pasta. The cheese got all clumpy and stringy and everyone gave them a lot of grief for it, but they did the best with what they had. I didn't do anything to help the situation, either. I just stood there the whole time snacking on crackers and trying to provide moral support. We sat outside at the blue picnic tables for the cheesy-clumpy-dinner, laughing about Grant's constantly existential conversation topics/hilarious bluntness and how we feel like being here is like being on vacation at a prison (in the best way possible).
Tomorrow, I'm waking up at 5 to run around and work out in the dark with my team. I know little changes are happening in me because I already don't mind getting up before the sun. I let it take its time crawling above the sky while I go about my day, trying to create something good out of myself.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62iOcrKHG6Q.
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