the downside.
thanksgiving was incredibly hard for me, harder than i could have ever anticipated. i didnt realize until about the day before that this would be my first thanksgiving without my family, not in my house, and sans cheap themed chochkies (its the only holiday that we celebrate in our house, so my mom has accumulated a ridiculous amount of ridiculous paraphernalia over the years). then when i heard that one of my best friends abbey was in ytown celebrating thanksgiving with our best friend cynthia i just lost it. it was the second time ive cried here.
its also really hard being away because you can't truly share in the successes of your loved ones or coach them through the hardtimes. this past week cynthia landed her dream job (fuckin right doggie!) and some important individuals confided in me about the grave financial times they are going through. each 90 minute skype convo killed me inside because i wasnt there to pop open the champagne bottle with cynthia nor was i there to smother my loved ones in my bossom and reaffirm that hard times will pass.
but with every decision there are consequences, and in aiesec we tend to be masachistic in this sense. and i though i was sad, i never for one minute regretted my decision. in the end thats whats most important

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can you write an entire post about cynthia's dream job?!
I haven't heard about it yet...so maybe I should just call her.
but I like to be demanding of you and your blog :)
you should call her but ill give you the details:
she gets to travel the world
she gets to consult about microfinance
she gets to live in dc
shes going to make bank
ill leave the rest up to her :)
Brian Andrews a miami uy who moved to Colombia and then...
http://www.canalrcn.com/newsinenglish/
Well said and well played. You're pretty good at this game.
yea holidays are tough away...and only the second time you've cried? way to go champ....you have me beat!
observation, girls cry a lot.
1. anonymous: i dont really understand your comment
2. arthur: yes girls cry a lot. its a healthy way of letting out our emotions. id choose crying over holes in the wall anyday :)
funny story about crying in LA...
upon arriving to Ecuador after my summer in Guatemala I went to the store to buy school supplies, and was so shaken (by life?) that I started crying in the SuperMaxi isle when all the notebooks were grid instead of lines.
ah yes...the perks of being me.
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