back home

... listening to the mix i've been listening to since i finished creating it, wrapped in a sweatshirt, two shirts, heavy wool socks, under the blankets in my room. The cars driving on the street outside pass with the sounds of rain under a grey sky. Here it is monochromatic. the houses have taken on the colors of the street, the dirty snow, the darkened tree branches. What a stark difference between the vibrancy and lushness of central america. Here it seems everyone is waiting with baited breath for the warmth, for the first signs of spring. everyone's a little cranky, a little pessimistic, a little like their surroundings. stark black and white and wearing no color, wrapped up in clothes from head to toe. I am missing the colors of everyone, the bright shirts, the flowers, the sun making everything sparkle even when it was covered in dirt. The various shades of people skin, the COLORS. it's a shock. not so much culture shock, but color shock. I don't think it was as apparent last year, and here, we become accustomed to it, everything in shades of grey.

yesterday when i walked in the door, i was greeted by a stampede. a stampede of one cat, with a plastic bag wrapped around his middle, flapping around behind him, making such a racket. the other fluff balls peering after him, their tails the size of a baseball bat, mohawks raised on all their backs. Welcome home to the land of crazy.

They are the life of the house. making the cold outside a little more bearable. (and it's even warm, a whopping 40 degrees)

this morning i awoke covered in kittens and feeling like all i wanted was to be back in the land of horses, where that's all i have to talk about and all anyone wants to hear about... where its warm and you can ride everyday. No waiting on rude drunken people, no jacket, scarf and sweatshirt required. wishing my new acquaintances weren't hundreds of miles away. But i suppose thus begins the hard work... working to make it. whatever that may mean. Picking up as many shifts as possible so i can buy a horse in a few months, then comes showing and showing and riding everyday.

tomorrow, a lesson, all day at the barn. catching up with the horse people i know and love here. the horses will bring the color back into my routine.