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Dear Corinthia,
I’m glad that you have friends, even if you’re not the absolute closest to
them as you could possibly be. I envy you, actually. A bunch of people
attended our party, but they were almost all my dad’s friends. I haven’t
really connected with too many people here. There’s one guy who I was really
glad could make it, so I wouldn’t be left alone in the corner. Dad always
talks shop at these things. Every time he attends an event, he promises
himself that he’s just going to socialize, and not discuss his work, but he
always ends up failing. I really prefer to leave my work at work, so I stay
out of the little circles that he forms with others. People really like him,
because he usually has fairly interesting things to say (from their
perspective) but he doesn’t hog all the attention either. He makes sure that
others are heard. He’s really good at knowing when someone wants to speak,
but is too afraid to interrupt, and will in fact interrupt
other people to give the quieter ones their chances. I wish I could
be more like him in this regard, always charming and fascinating. Then
again, I don’t think I would like to have an audience all the time. The guy
I was telling you about is pretty cool, but he works the night shift at the
water treatment plant, so we don’t find many opportunities to hang out.
Plus, he has a family that he needs to spend that extra time with. His wife
was there too, and I like her, but they talked mostly about their children.
I don’t mind it, but there’s nothing that I can contribute to the
conversation since I don’t have any of my own. Part of my inability to
connect is due to my lifestyle and experiences. I spent so much time meeting
people that I would probably never see again after the end of the trip. I
would occasionally see someone I knew before for a second move, but then I
would leave again. My mind grew very accustomed to that, and hasn’t really
felt at home here, even though I’m pretty sure that I’ll die here one day.
There I go again, being all depressing. It makes it sound like I hated the
party, but it’s not true. I had a lot of fun, and I’m glad that we were
looking at Libra at the same time, just for the symbolism of that moment.
Trying to feel at home,
Condor
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