Nearly 900 words of self comfort

Long time I don’t write! But I 'm back. The truth is that I decided to start a blog at a difficult time of my vacation, as I was studying all the time I couldn’t write anything on the blog. I came back from vacation in Chile and now I'm in the pacific San Luis, visiting my grandparents that I will not see for a year.

Lasting only 14 (13 ? 12 ? ) days before departure a few km away from my hometown, I'm  starting to question my maturity to handle myself alone outside my nest. The confidence that characterizes me and my obvious egocentrism look small comparing them to something so vast and huge as other country. Even the mere fact of sleeping in a strange house to mine (as I recall now), makes me a bit uncomfortable.

Anyway, it's pretty late to look back. These last two weeks I have them organized as I always do with my months in the calendar, every day noted in it with a different activity each one of them. Unfortunately I'll have to be flexible. I have many people to say goodbye to ... even if many of those people unfortunately may forget me in a week of my absence.

After these weeks away, I have gathered a lot of photos not yet reviewed, and just thinking that I have to revise and edit them makes me cranky.

Maybe it is because think too much about the perfect scenes I'll be able to take on my adventure, and the photos that I have currently feel quite dull compared to those I have in my imagination.

So ladies and gentlemen, this is how my life works. I spend all my life waiting for a future event, as if the present is just a bother I have to overcome to reach my goal.

When I received the acceptation letter from AFS saying that on March of this year I was going to go to the other side of the world, my life began to spin around a countdown of days that is soon to finish. The good thing is, the time did as I wanted and flowed like water through my hands, so smooth I couldn’t even see it. But as a human, always dissatisfied, I have to admit that the last few months my life was pretty happy, maybe even interesting, and I am sorry it will be over now.

I know my life will not end here, I'll be out a whole year, but it makes me sad to think that when I come back nothing will be the same, and many things may change for the worse.

So many random thoughts; what I'm getting at is that I am terrified of what is coming. If I could, I wouldn’t speak to anyone of you for these two weeks. As  a rebellion for my fear I would lock myself  to watch anime , play video games , studying Japanese , and maybe do a couple of photo projects that I always plan and never do.

Thinking of the number of days remaining leaves me a bit groggy.

Turning to more technical data, I’ll leave Argentina on March 17 at 11:20 pm. After several hours, we will arrive to Qatar, a quite tiny country between Asia and Europe (but certainly richer than several western countries) at 11:45 pm the 18th. Then, we retake out path for several hours more to Narita Airport, Tokyo, to arrive at 4:55 pm the 19th. 30 hours of transition, quite few for a change as sharp as the one between Argentina and Japan.

More than two weeks ago, I sent an email to my host family to follow our uncomfortable conversation between two people who are going to live one year together, but are unable to be accept themselves completely. After the mail was sent, I started to study and study and study until I finally finished submitting all the exams I had a week ago. I 'm going to Japan with 2 /3 of my 6th year done, and I could not be happier with my achievement. In fact it was so easy that I would skip my 7^th year too. I guess that with vitamins, coffee and mint gum I can pass the college no matter the career I choose.

Two weeks after I sent the mail to my host family there is still no answer so here I can confirm that at least my host father takes things pretty seriously. All I told them was that I was a bit busy studying and I apologized if my response was not that fast, but I guess it was enough for them to be terrified of interrupting me (I hope I'm wrong).

And in there I'm going to get lost, that country. I have no choice but to accept it I guess. I'm excited and still terrified. In fact I'm so sick of thinking that sometimes all I want is to get the once and stop having so much uncertainty!

Before I have a positivism attack, better leave this post here. If you don’t read me next week, you will do it when I'm far away already, for my sake, and for yours.

will add image when home

Chile and the stupid things I need in my life.

I'm effing sleepy. But it's saturday, I have to write. Well. Today is the fourth day that I'm Chile, and i could talk about it all night long, but I have just one hour of music as a limit because tomorrow I have to go back to the beach (first (more like third) world problems and stuff) 
 
If you are long time in a place you start to develop something like a routine, which is only meant for your body to adapt to the new environment. And that's when you realize some little things, that every time that you think of them, you remember that you are not in the usual place, even if you feel at home. And here I mention some particular stuff I found in Chile:

Temperature: 
  Wow, there is nothing more beautiful than the temperature thing. Going from living in a place where it's usually 40°C to one where it has 30°C as the highest temperature, is an orgasmic sensation I can only compare it to eat chocolate when you're sad, or leaving school early i guess. It is like freedom when you go from being in an environment where you can touch the air because of the moisture density, to one where the wind blows cool and pleasant all the time, and that even makes you want to get a coat (I wear my poncho everywhere <3)  I'm gonna miss to cover myself with blankets for the night and not getting cooked over low heat.

The accent: 
  It's a love-hate thing. Sometimes I can not stand to hear them say certain words so badly. Anyway I have to admit that it is sticky, and also it's the easiest way for everyone to understand you after all. Their accent has nothing in particular besides being annoying, but  it just caught my attention. Anyway I have it easy, even if it costs me to understand them sometimes it's still Spanish.


The Change:
  I'm really stingy with the money, way too much. Therefore, the first thing I did in here was to learn the change. I learned that if you buy Chilean pesos at an exchange house , you'll get a 1-45 ratio ( one Argentine peso equals 45 pesos) and if you pay by card istead, you obtain a 1-80 ratio.  Basically, if you buy with cash ( Argentine pesos exchanged at exchange house ) you are retarded and Chile becomes a place where only the Chileans and the people with dolars could live. If you use card, Chile is a fairly habitable place for an Argentinian. And of course, the only reason we have such a bad ratio is because ALL IS COMING DOWN in Argentina, the market is close for the outside and we can't buy dollars. It's frustrating that the coin thatprotects you is worth anything.

Kindness:
  Where I live the thives govern law. If you see a group of these particular humans that you don't know why the hell did they come to the earth approaching you on the street, you better pray for them to not do anything to you or for them to take your phone and anything else. I preffer to run tho.
Here, those tasteless animals with bad hair cuts, sports clothing and joint smell do not exist. And I blame myself for being such a bad person, and I blame society for raising me prejuzgador, the truth is that we go through soe really poor neighborhoods (where I was trembig of fear), but nothing ever happended. I could just leave my camera hanging around my neck without worrying that someone may threaten me to take it. Security is quite clear and is everywhere, even in the friendliness of the people. People in Argentina that I thought they won't do anything while walkting lost down the street, in here they would help you out and with a smile give you more information than requested. Point to Chile for its chilean kindness.

Fruit:
  I had no idea of the amount of fruit that you could put in the same glass of juice. Close to beach you can go to a fair where there is a stand of fruit juice (crowded.). Inside they have a board with all the fruit they have. I did not count, but I'm sure I know just only 60%. Papaya, guayaba, chirimolla, betarraba, curao, their names look familiar but I had never tasted them. It was funy to play with the person serving you to " lets see how much can I confuse you with names you dont understand and youare not sure if they are fruits or not". I liked the Chirimolla.

Anyway, that kind of stuff caught my attention and led me to think that I'll have to the little things I'll have to get used in Japan. Early breakfast, go to school most of the day, the funny accent of japanese people, the quiet people and the obvious looks because of been a foreigner. Also eating fish very often. Oh the ofuros,  OH GOD THE OFUROS *rushes away* .

And so, I'm still waiting, less than two months left. 

I gave up on studying history, and I'm not sure how will I do to study another 5 subjects in 2 weeks ... the fact that today I will brought a book to the beach insted of  history notes is not good at all, but maan what a great book.

And that it, my desire to leave is so high that days pass quickly as fuck (which is good and bad, since I don't have a lot of time to spend with those I love...)


Photo of the week (not demostrative enough) (will post when I get home)

A painfull begining

Today I spent the whole afternoon to make this blog, congratulate me . The idea of ​​a blog emerged a day when I thought how I would tell everyone "hah ! I'm In Japan and you are not!-". Then I realized that I need this blog too, to remind me in a year or two ,or maybe after a few hours , all I have done in the year that is going to be the most special one of my life (so far).

 Now, the idea of ​​the blog existed, the think was to know when to start it and how to start it . Today I had to say goodbye to people I may never see again. And the little depression i had today pushed me to begin. I've learned trough the years that between humans, saying goodbye is something shockingly common. But I suffer. You suffer when you meet exceptional people and after sometime you have to say goodbye, don't you? Unfortunately I can not do anything but thank that I'm saying goodbye . Thanks for making these last 6 months something less boring. I dedicate you the first entry because you taught me about different ways of living, you left me great memories, and because I may not see you again ( although deep within, faith exists) 

 And as I keep thinking about all of this, I remember I won't want to leave either.

 After these resolutions and the depressive afternoon that made me take a nap instead of studying , I realize that I have to keep going. I'm going to play the fool and I will never assume that I'll have to come back . Having that assumed, I realize a truth that draws a little smile in my mouth: 

There last less than 70 days to get out of my country.

And believe me , for me it means a lot. I need to leave my routine. I need to get there, and live that perfect year at its finest. And I need it fast.

Today's entry was a bit boring and depressing right? well, at least now that I started the blog I can't quit it. Next week I travel to Chile so maybe I'll have something more interesting . As a good antisocial I will take my notes to study history at the beach. I must do everything to pass my exams next month (and staying away from my family for a while)

 Finally, the picture of the week :

I'm gonna miss you pal.