Today I was thinking about nothing in particular when I suddenly remembered that across the world, in some small Russian village, an old couple has a photo of me taken in the grocery store where I work here in America. Several months ago they had come here to visit their daughter, and were apparently so enraptured by their trip that they began taking pictures in the small grocery where I work.
And I like thinking about this. I like knowing that somewhere across the world, where I may never be, a small part of me already is there.
My backpack is in Lebanon. With my best friend Kalouche. While I was helping her pack, she realized her backpack was not up for carry-on responsibilities, so I said she can borrow mine. I am also wearing her cast-off clothes that could not go to Lebanon for the summer. Which I think has been good for the both of us. My backpack is far away, once more to a place I will probably never be, but it’s with a good friend. And Kalouche is back home in a way. At least her clothing is, being worn by Nicole and I . And Kalouche even said as much in a Facebook post.
I don’t know what you think about this post. All I know is that I find comfort in the inter-connectedness of the world, even if in small ways like photos and backpacks. And I like to think that far can be near, even if through the wearing of a sweater.
I initially thought you wanted to backpack in Lebanon. I was so confused. :P
Also, you’d need all of my sweaters if you were to venture through the lebanese mountains. We went to the top of one yesterday (near the cedars) and nearly froze, but in a good way. I should’ve brought more sweaters here to be honest because the weather during the month of May isn’t the warmest. Please continue to look good in my clothing! (it’s a gift that you have, Kimbolouche) ;)