March 24, 2009

Today I was standing at the Golden Gate Bridge and I felt so sad as I was walking along.  I realized the last time I was standing there I was still normal.  I had nothing wrong with me or my health.  I had only set foot on this bridge when I was 10 years old and now that I am 22.  Its ironic how you can be in one place after so long and have things change completely.  Now that I was there for a second time I was a completely different person.  This scared me more than anything.  It showed me how somethings in life are so fleeting.  As much as I should not think of this it reminded me of what I was missing and what I used to have.  

On the other hand the work we did on the side of the road made me very happy.  Some bikers approached us and thanked us for the work we are doing.  People always ask if we are getting hours for this, and we simply state that we are doing this just because we want to not because we have to or because it will look good on paper.  It makes me happy to see that this group is just a bunch of kids who are doing this because we can and aren't worried about what it will do for our resume.  

I also enjoyed my conversations with Ann and Pooja.  They both asked me about what I am going through.  It really showed me how much they care about me.  I loved working in the strawberry field.  

The worst part of today was stepping in the patch of poison ivy.  I also felt really uncomfortable when we were writing our notes to eachother during reflections at the end of the night.  

I think the little connections I have with the people here are amazing.  In some small way I feel I am meant to be here.  First of all Brittany and I met briefly before college when she was dating my cousin.  Tiffani and I went to the same high school at the same time and her sister went to elementary school with me.  Jenny and I went to Switzerland on the same Summer Travel Study program, and Danny and I used to be next door neighbors 2 years ago.  His roommate had killed a bee for us, we borrowed a knife from him and we baked them cookies.  What is so funny is that we only realized these connections on the trip.  What a crazy day!