July 1, 2015

The One With the Bus Ride.

I hear the bus’ announcing sigh and run down the stairs and through the gate to catch it. As I reach the sidewalk, it groans and begins lifting away. That’s all right, there’s another one in fifteen minutes. I’m not in a hurry.

I reach the stop, and the bus halts before completely leaving. They’re waiting. I take the steps, thank the driver, pay him my fare, and take a seat in one of the middle rows. There are no more tellers on the bus. Most people nowadays use prepaid cards.

The bus creaks and screeches, waddles and halts. It’s relatively empty, 10:30am, and I have gotten up on the first stop. My spot is secluded, behind raised seats, but I can hear well. I can hear the little chatterbox sitting on the row to my right a few steps to the front.  

He’s about five and is going on about pet habitats and terrariums—“And then, mommy, you can mist the chameleon….” He goes on and on, conversing better than many adults…better than me.

Outside we reach a roundabout where a municipality truck is watering the city lawns. At a nearing
bus stop two sisters hand out religious tracts, and parents are gathered outside a preschool.

Inside, the seats dip and rise along with the bumps in the road., and the bus smells like morning routines of shampoo and perfumes with wafts of a bonfire outside.

Most of the time the doors open someone gets in, handing over change or tapping cards in a series of beeps. Most everyone is waiting until we reach downtown.

Someone presses the button letting the driver know they’d like to get off. The bus stops and an influx of passengers ascend. The chatterbox leaves, barely pausing to concentrate on the descending steps.

A phone rings, and one of the new passengers—a lady in her early sixties—sits next to me. “Licença.”

We’re crossing the train tracks—almost there. Firefighting recruits congregate outside a red building await their course to begin. The bus passes on and reaches the terminal—the end of the line.

Mogi das Cruzes, SP

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June 27, 2015

The One With the Sigh of Relief.

So far, my four months of summer vacation have gone as such:

May: maximum unproductivity.

June: acceptable amounts of productivity.

July: to be determined.

August: to be determined. 

Yes. Four months of summer vacation—my school's weird like that. Today I completed a summer course and finished putting things together for my trip...oops..we're getting to that:

Beginning next week, a new month starts, and with it a new adventure. For the first time in my life, at the experienced aged of 20, I will finally ruffle my mature wings and leave our little nest. 
I should have done this ages ago, true. Most my age have already moved from home and are well experienced in the graceless falls, and proud of the soaring heights they have achieved all by themselves. But things just haven't worked out that way for me, and I'm glad I get to spend time at home a little longer. I feel I would be quite lonely all by myself. I suppose that's the thing. I'll never know until I try it.

I admit, it frightens me a little to admit this will be my first time away away from home. It makes me realize how utterly inexperienced I am. But I plan to survive thrive, and not come back home in two weeks.

So we'll start by baby steps. For the next month I will be living with my cousin in Brazil—thousands and thousands of miles away from my immediate family. We'll see how it goes.

The point of the trip (among many others, including seeing my Boy who I haven't seen in ages) is also to dedicate a bit more time to my writing, whether it ends up being published here or not. I want to try a few things, and I hope you'll follow along. As always, I start with good intentions. Let's see how good I am at following through!

I guess this post is somewhat of a starting point for me. I plan on travel posts, and lots of social media interaction across different platforms, but I'm still trying to find the voice and direction of this adventure. 

This post is also an invitation, I suppose. I kind of still don't want to go out on my own...by myself. 


I'm going on an adventure. Wanna come with?

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Here's to us.
Let's have some fun.

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