"The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning"

It's heartbreaking, but invigorating at the same time. This move to college I mean. It's a true and tangible representation of moving on or rather starting over. I just had a very short conversation with a friend of mine. It mirrored ninety percent of the conversations I have been having for the past year with others taking the dive as well. "How are you?" "You'll be fine." "If I can, you can." The last thing in this particular conversation was "keep in touch". This simple line meant everything and nothing to me at the same time. I felt like crying. Out of fear, joy, pain, freedom. I answered "always.". I answered in friendship, in comfort, in the unrelenting truth that is time. Time that deteriorates, time that builds. I have no idea if I actually will regularly KIT. Will all my relations that I have made in the past couple years fade and deteriorate as time? Will my friend and I meet regularly each month for lunch or ten years from now when all the comforts of our youthful friendship are but a fond memory pushing through our strained awkwardness? Only now am I feeling this ripping apart. Is it heartbreak? It is heartbreak. Heartbreak to not let go? I'd like to think it's heartbreak and want for what is to come. At least i'll make sure it is. Past is past. I hope that that "always." endures the test of time even if I don't actually "keep in touch." I hope that everyone i've met, everyone i've loved, everyone i've hated - all of them who have made me who I am, who I was, who I will be, will know that I will just "always." and they will just "always." for me. It's time to let go. 

KELCIE.

Olympic Media Coverage You Had Me At Hello.

The media and a centuries old event has inadvertently created a relaxing yet heart-racing soundtrack to my early mornings and late night lullabies. When the Olympics are on I just feel completely connected with the global community. I feel a sense of safety and peace, although we are presently at war. The only negativity I feel is the athletic rivalry unfolding during the games. It's really a beautiful thing. It's hard not to feel patriotic pride with the nations stations pumping out American olympiad propaganda. Phelps! Nastia! Shaun! Phelps! Nastia! Shaun! Phelps! Phelps! PHELPS! That's basically United States news in a nutshell the past few days. 

My cousin just came back from Australia the other day and she reported to me that the Aussies down under are as engrossed in the Olympics as we but they too have olympiad propaganda (female swimmer whose name escapes me) with a minimum side note of Phelp's win. I was a little offended when she told me of Phelp's minimum coverage but I soon realized it was just the nationalistic hold the media had on me. I brushed the news off as peculiar but expected after my realization. It's funny and a little scary how easily the media got to me. Thank God it was just the olympics this time. 

The only real downside of the Olympic coverage was the fact how pushed aside the Georgia situation was. I bet if I asked five people on the street if they knew what was happening in Georgia, one person would answer correctly; but I would also consider the lack of global awareness that Americans stereotypically have. Russia was very smart and sly about invading Georgia during the start of the Olympic games in Beijing. They knew that the Olympic coverage would mask, if not completely, anything going on be it a small town mugging or a situation as big as an unjust invasion. I think I hear Orwell's 1984 a-knockin'. 

KELCIE

p.s. learn of the situation in Georgia (LINK)