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Vicariously Living Through Ourselves April 8, 2011

Posted by Jen Pappas in Poems and Misc..
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Woe. I look back on the time Steve and I spent in Latin America with longing. As with any place one spends extended time in, I’m lonely for the dusty towns, wide-eyed children, Spanish lilt and endless busrides. Simultaneously, strangely, it all feels very close and very far away. Yet, 14 months back in the States, and I’ve only just finished putting the photo albums together. We finally built and hung the photo collage we’d been imagining since we first started this blog, a daily trigger for vicariously living through ourselves.

Our hallway photo collage

Unfortunately, our bank accounts are still suffering from our spontaneous, impractical, one-hundred percent amazing trip, so the hallway must suffice for whatever wanderlust lingers. Which in my case, never really goes away, but is sated here and there every couple of years or so.

In lieu of having no new places to document, I’ve been going back and improving the existing blog: adding titles and tags, cleaning up categories, etc. It’s a poor substitute for actually digging in and exploring the world, but I know the next trip is never far away. Luckily, I have notebooks full of things we never published and never shared. Private moments, poems, drawings, conversations… So, until that next passport stamp or visa application, I give you the unreleased b-sides of our trip: the good, the bad, the strange, and the ugly. Enjoy.

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