Annie Jones on: Self-Liberation

Is it really self-liberation? I dunno. I don't care though either.

I took a walk today after going to band. I was thinking 'It won't hurt me to take a walk.' So I walked. I walked until I made myself lost. I was hurting so bad from this empty spot in my heart; where my home is and where the boyfriend is supposed to be. The hole that the boyfriend is supposed to occupy has figuratively scarred up so it doesn't hurt anymore. But this home thing. This isn't home. Argentina isn't my home.

Daddy told me that when I get homesick to look up at the sky at night. He told me that those are the same stars that he was sleeping under. They aren't the same. The southern hemisphere has totally different stars.

Okay so this whole entry isn't about self-liberation. But what was I supposed to name it? Angsty ramblings? That's every entry folks!

So Annie got lost in Córdoba Capital, second biggest city in the country. If my host family would have known, I'd have been slapped and locked into my loft. It wasn't even unintentional. I intentionally took streets I didn't know so I could get lost.

As soon as I was about to flag down a taxi, I saw a huge billboard that I recognized. I kept walking and I was in front of Plaza Olmos, about a 4 peso taxi ride from my house. I didn't stop there like I knew I should. I kept walking. I walked so far that I cut atleast a peso off my taxi ride. I got into a taxi right at the split of two neighborhoods, mine and another.

So homesickness did something good for me. I took a really long walk today. And saved a peso or two.