Holidays

Huuullo, Internet Pals!
It's been four very interesting weeks in my life. On May 1st, I went on a trip back to my home land to visit friends and family, and that is why there was a lack of activity around here. I apologize for that. It will not happen again any time soon. Particularly, not now that Concordia neglected to advise me that my scholarship is not renewable, so I won't be able to afford any more fancy vacations. I will have to accept what I did get vacation-wise. That is what I'd like to comment a little bit on.
Meeting the friends you grew up with after a considerable amount of time has passed by can be a fairly stressful experience to say the least. Moments before ringing my friend's doorbell, I was freaking out to be honest. It was not one of those high school reunions, in which 20 years after graduation, they all get together to see how fat they've become, or how they've switched to an opposite sex partner, or how they decided to manufacture more babies than Mark Burnett does reality shows. In fact, I've remained close to them as far as MSN technology goes. Every two or three months, my friend, whoever he or she was, would sign in at the same time I would and we would talk. I knew we certainly weren't utterly obliterated from each other's lives, and I was sure that I was not about to see my friends' babies or fat bodies. However, I was still nervous as I walked to my friend's house. Would we still have stuff to talk about? Would they still accept me, even though I'd cowardly ran away from my country after having been mugged only three times? Would they mind the fact that after all that time had passed, I'd lost some of the Argentinean accent when speaking Spanish? The question was really, would we still be able to connect?
Would you still be able to connect? I was; we were. I had one of the most amazing moments of my life, and it was a simple friend reunion. I still wonder what made it so easy. To me, for as long as that supper lasted, it just felt as if the 5 years I'd been away had never really happened. It was as if time had stopped the moment I set foot on the plane and then began again seamlessly once I got back. It was reassuring to see this alternate reality so alive and to feel that a big part of me still belongs in it.
Here, I'll really try not to sound like a self-aid tape, but honestly, embrace who you are and where you come from. You will never leave it behind...