B.K. 25 Days Later

Currently Listening We Run This By Missy Elliott Lose Control see related I was on a plane from Ecuador to the United States. I had gone everywhere and done everything that I had hoped to do, and then some. I knew how to hold my own in Spanish, being able to get more information than just the location of the bathroom. I had made children happy. I had made grown men smile. I had made cuban women laugh. I didn't have to miss my mother and sister anymore. I didn't get upset about getting change in pennies and nickles on the bus. I had gotten a little tanner. I fully appreciated having a blue passport that entitled me to go anywhere in the world. I was grateful that I was not born into slavery, poverty, or malnourishment. I stopped turning into rice. I said good bye to some of the greatest people I had ever known in my life. I was still happy. I planned on coming back.