buenos aires 2

we are back in the city, this time staying downtown in a hostel called "the clan". despite the questionable name it is actually a very cool place, kind of a DIY punkhouse hostel with writing and bizarro art all over the walls. plus, everyone who works here appears to live here and share the same cannister of manic panic fuschia shock hair dye.
i like staying downtown a lot more than staying in palermo "hollywood". downtown you see a much wider cross section of the population, people who appear to actually eat, age, and work... which is very refreshing. it's certainly more crowded and a little grittier, but i feel more in my element here.
i was having a pretty rough time here for the first week or so, having panic attacks, crying jags, and howard hughes-esque phobia experiences. i don't know if it was my body, being (typically) sensitive to the change in hemisphere, my unpleasant reaction to a sudden wheat-based diet, 30th birthday anxiety, or PMS... but to everyone who was aware of my nervous breakdown, and who was worried i would like to apologize, and assure you all that i am much better now. i am even beginning to get excited about being here, discovering the city, and going down south to maybe see some penguins.
thank you so much mom for the journal, it was just what i needed right now.
much love to everyone.