Diving into Teacups from the Thirteenth floor and other Stimulating Experiences
Sometimes it randomly it hits me; I am living in a rainforest during monsoon season. Generally when I can’t hear my own thoughts over the rain hitting the roof with such a force that it suffocates any noise at all I remember this. Sometimes the rain drives into my spirit acting as a temporary kill-joy, but usually I really love the rain here. It’s loud and inescapable, but it’s also lovely. The other night it started relentlessly pouring and cutting through the conversation that Chelsea, Josiah and I were having. Chelsea and I immediately looked at each other and ran through the door of the library out into the wall of rain awaiting someone careless enough to go play in it. We danced in circles and sang songs and at one point we were singing Backstreet Boys and I fell to the ground in a passionate display of emotion over “show me the meaning of being lonely.” We laughed and splashed and jumped through puddles we said looked big enough to be called oceans. Finally we collasped into a huge puddle on the field of the school. The water was almost a foot high. We sat in that puddle and played until we physically felt like we were catching the worst kind of cold. Now I am currently sitting in the library while students are around me studying for their exams. The rain is once again threatening to break through my thought process. I used to believe that it rains a lot back home in Victoria but I’ve come to realize that our idea of heavy rain is basically a mist over here. I used hate rain. I’ve come to really appreciate it here. The only thing I am having a hard time feeling detached from during this time is a hot shower. It’d be nice to be able to take a shower and actually warm up instead of feeling more cold. Still, I have my friends (who have become more like family then friends) and I have my teacup…mug (Chelsea, Josiah and I all have matching mugs that we sit around and drink tea from together). I’ve come to find that’s all I really need.

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