8 days dude

i keep on trying to figure out what it means to be leaving but nothing is really working. i mean, that's fine with me. i'm okay to just flow with it.. i just don't want to be avoiding something important. people keep asking what the farm is like and what kind of plants we grow and what i'll be doing. i say the same thing each time, which is whatever i read on the website. i honestly don't really care yet. my guess is i'll go down there with a few t shirts, some bug spray, and a blank moleskine. i'll help out with whatever needs to be done on the farm.. digging muddy holes, feeding the chickens, i'll start schooling myself on permaculture via books that i'm sure they have there. i'll talk to people in the little spanish i have and slowly learn more. i'll stand in the carribean and probably miss the shit out of philly like i am doing right now. i'll write a lot and take lots of photographs and think a lot. it'll be just like now. it'll be perfect if i want it to be. i think i've stopped believing in removal. everything is connected. i am not really sad or excited, but i feel something strong... maybe it's all that damn franzia.
i talked to my friend theresa at a party the other night. she was in peru for 6 months and her friend just got back from costa rica. they said immigration is pretty easy to get around and i'll have no problem finding a job because i speak english. nice! another one of my friends is getting a house in guatamala for the next year, and my baby girl jaime is in buenos aires. i almost have nothing to stress about besides getting malaria and dying a slow death hundreds of miles away from my family