La Petite Morte

So, it is the death of Columbus for me. Brazil was amazing - it was such an adventurous trip! Rio was beautiful - Copacabana beach was sparkling and full of fruit juice vendors, havaianas flip flops, and coconuts. The favela was full of drug dealers and AK-47s (literally). Sao Miguel was full of stars, red dirt, and peace. Porto Alegre was full of cockroaches, caipirinhas, and design charette. Sao Paolo was full of taxi rip-offs, expensive dinner, and sickness (great way to end, if I must say). However, getting home was less than thrilling. We got home the day before classes started, and I felt like I had no break at all. Classes started up, and I feel less and less enchanted with this place. I love architecture, but I do NOT love architects. I have never met a more arrogant, self-absorbed, snotty bunch of a-holes in my whole life. These people make lawyers look like fuzzy bunnies and kittens. Moreover, I am tired of trying so damn hard all the time to get nowhere. I just want to impart knowledge - knowledge of something I enjoy, like architecture. Sadly, that can't happen anytime soon. Also, Columbus is full of no dates. Not one. Not one person here is worth dating in this lifetime. And I miss my friends and family like you wouldn't believe. And being myself. I constantly feel the need to censor here. Because these racists, homophobic, conservative REPUBLICANS are driving me f'ing crazy! Sigh. Is it terrible that I wish I'd never come here? I don't know what I'm doing here. I need to get the heck OUT of this place and go home. I can't wait to be in Boston (or at least the Boston area) again...