not a dream
27 December 2005 @ 01:00
It's weird to realize that a year ago, right now, I was flying over the Atlantic Ocean and northern South America. I was on my way to uphold a promise to visit a schoolmate, New Year's complete with fireworks and champagne at the beach, realizing love in the rain of a tropical summer, and finding friendship in second languages. There is still a part of me that thinks it's all a dream, but real voices on the other end of international phone calls, voice chats, and emails tell me otherwise.
Nope. Not a dream. I have pictural evidence.
Boa noite, world.
--Annie