I've moved

I've moved from our little community, gone from the beautiful redwoods, my home for three years, now just a memory. I am in transition, now at my moms house for about a month before my Guinea dance trip. This month has the potential to be very productive. I live close to town, and with no car I feel even more mobile, my two legs are all I need to get where I need to go. There is a little coffee shop in town, I plan on coming in daily, to sit and journal read and study susu, which is the language they speak in a lot of Guinea. I am excited for this free in between month.

Home again

My amtrak adventures are over for the moment. I was really enjoying long hours of train riding to do whatever I wanted. Read, study Farsi, and mostly watch a west african dance Dvd over and over again. I've had a lot of time to think, and become excited for my Guinea trip. I am really doing it, I've bought my ticket and payed for the school. It's like a dream come true, my teacher thinks that at the end of this trip I will be ready to teach, possibly in India.
While I was in southern California I visited with family, most of whom I've just met or barely know, and of that family there is amazing artistic talent, Jazz musicians, an opera singer, screenplay writer and an aspiring actor. I was so encouraged by them, and left inspired that this desire of mine is valid and worth the effort.

Crazy's at the train station

Just a quick little update on my travels. I've been staying with good friends in Washington and Oregon, and am now sitting in a train station waiting for my next adventure down to southern California to visit some family. When my friends dropped me off at the train station I got out of the car and did a little dance move that's been stuck in my head. Unfortunately the move looked like a wave to the wrong person who was watching me from the second story window of a bar across the street. When I made eye contact I quickly turned around embarrassed and snuggled safely close to my friends. Then as we were getting my things out of the car, I see the guy coming towards us staring at me with a big creepy smile. He starts rambling incoherently to us, obviously drunk and a little crazy so we just kind of ignore him and come into the station, and peacefully say our goodbyes there. When I bought my ticket I told the the amtrak worker that there is a weird man outside just to let him know. Then he, obviously in a silly mood said, oh no the weird guy is right here and pointed to his co-worker. Then they asked me questions about the man who was bugging me and assured me that there are quite a few crazys around here. Then silly amtrak man said, "yah there used to be a crazy guy who was always hanging out around here pulling his pants down, but then we hired him, and here he is (pointing to his co-worker again). I looked over at his co-worker and he was nodding with an agreeable comical smile.

Impulsive

Impulsive impulsive impulsive I am. I caught a ride with Rachel and had her drop me off in Washington without a car, although I am in the mist of trying to get my insane medical bills dealt with, packing up my life, and trying to buy a ticket to Guinea for January because within the last week I have decided to do a West African dance trip. My mind is like a thousand wild birds held together in a pin flying around, bashing into each other, some breaking free and flying into the cloudy sky never to return.