I miss my loves, but im enjoying the beach and service well. Maybe the next time boys shouldnt make promises they intend to not keep, or scare a poor girl to deat, cheat, slander, liars, fame, power, and the uually vises to me. but i know who am I. I now i am more special then u can treat me. i have no time for tears only time for progressing into a new future, where i am in control of destiny unstead of fated to be unhappy with someone that doesnot cherish me. FUCK that!! and s we coulod been great, happy friends, but the men are just in the way, and do not understand the ways of women. Anyway vacation, boys, beach, and surf relaxation, fulling myself and instead of empting into an endless void. All my love, Rachael
It was a long flight, but I would.have it to be longer. Arrived..in Mumbai 4 am. Of.course immigration took 5 minutes and I was last to get my bags. Then whisked into a taxi and started on my way to Pune. Delight, excitement, everything unfamiliar and new. Driving threw Mumbai I realised everything I wad told about India to be false. The people ready help, everyone at their task joyfully. The cabbie whizzing through the streets honk, get over, honk outta of my way. Everyone understanding graciously moving to the left. I arrive at my new home front door courtesy.
I can I describe it upscale living with shanty’s all around. Of course does not bother me, our homeless sleep on the streets in Utah, and of courser I know every homeless person by name, waterfalls carving away the green mountainside. I’m used to desert dust in the same action, honk honk everybody driving, but in communication nodding getting over, smiling, I see food stands make me hungry. I wake up to fresh eggs & fruit stands across the street of course loud Hindi music in the Background. I feel home :-)
Hmm having a generational moment. All the older profound thinkers in my life through experience object to me being an adult. I don’t know when this happened, and they think I could Live a conventional life. My parents conceived and birthed me in Germany. What were they doing living there? My godmother is a travel agent, and my Guru a beautiful supermodel turned yoga instructor. With all these super human global thinkers. I would think there’d be a push for greatness? No, they prefer me to be bored tucked into bed each night. While they run scandelously across the globe. Shame on them.