I love literature. I can easily lose myself among the pages of a book and I read pretty much about everything: poetry, novels, biographies, comics, magazines, you name it. The title of my contribution to the blog tonight has to do with poetry. For those familiar with Latin American literature, the line "I can write the saddest lines tonight" is from the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda's 20 Love Poems and A Song of Despair.
Now, you might be thinking I am heartbroken, hence the title. Plain and simple, I miss home. My actual home with my parents, my two brothers, my dog Lola, and our goose, Ganso. I do not miss Panamanian food just yet, I think I eat more from McDonald's, Subway, KFC, Pizza Hut, and other chain restaurants than I eat at home so there is nearly no big difference right now. But I do miss what home smells like, Ganso making annoying noises every morning, hearing the parakeets fly by every afternoon, playing video games with my little brother (although we always fought about who would use the main controller and who got to choose the game); wait a minute, I do miss grandma coming over on Sunday with yummy food. Do not judge me!
I love this blogging thing. It makes sharing so much easier. I have not had time to read all recent posts but I am sure some of you might have blogged about homesickness. I do not blame you. It is not my first time in the U.S; however, it is the first time I feel like this in such short amount of time. I talked to Marilena (the lady who presented on Sexual Harassment and Feelings & Emotions) about it and she suggested that I work on two little projects. Perhaps her ideas may interest you. Marilena suggested that I start a scrapbook for my family about all my little adventures here. Also, she advised me to pick five places in NYC that I have never been to and visit them before it is time to move to Texas. So here I am... about to start brainstorming side-by-side with Google. But that would make another blog entry :)
For now, buenas noches! (Good night!)