Lily sits on the windowsill with one of her long legs dangling out the window. Her bags are unpacked, it is amazing how little she actually owns. **Here are all my worldly posessions.**
They amount to only a few days clothes, some jewelry, her violin of course, and a prodigious amount of camping gear. On the wall hangs a large National Park Service map of the Great Smokey Mountains, with several trails marked in different colored ink. Besides that a few photographs make up her decorations. She takes a long breath of the night air though her nose and sighs softly before taking up her notebook.
Travelogue, 31 August 2005
I am here and settling in. I find myself at a strange lack of words right now.
Such So much has happened already and I have met so many new people. I've started to make a cheat sheet of the Japanese names, otherwise I would be so lost. It would be a disaster if I called someone the wrong name, or used the wrong honorific. This is a proud people, in that sense they remind me of my father's kin. That could be a way I could cope with all of this! Pretend I'm joining a caravan for a while, having to learn all of the customs and rituals... Father, (I know better than to call you "dad") I wish you were here. I wish you could see me and be proud. Would you be proud? I have imagined so much, if I could just meet one kin who knew you. I wonder.
She sets down her journal and wipes her eyes, sniffs, and scowls at her own foolishness. **I can't come apart at a time like this. I've got to be as strong as my name again. I've got to be a warrior even, maybe even a leader.**
She looks around the spartan little room.