Day 287: Synchronicity

Claire's post has remindeded me of Claire and my disucssions of Clooney's pig in Kenya, when she was shocked to hear of the star's ownership of such an animal. While Claire's status as worst gossip reader in the world falls into question, it must be pointed out that aside from gossip related to George Clooney, my true love, I am actually the worst gossip reader, making my knowledge of the pig that much more impressive. However, I now see, Claire, that our discussion was almost a foreshadowing memorial of Clooney's pig's death. And so Kenya is yet again confirmed as a magical place.

In a similar show of synchronicity, I also had a trip reminding moment while running yesterday. I live in suburbia, folks, so when running I tend to encounter people running or out walking and I give the awkward friendly nod when I reach an acceptable distance and move on. Usually my nod is a bit strained, as I tend to encounter people right about when I'm wanting to stop and walk or stop and fall down and pant but am too proud to do so with a spectator.

Well on my last run, I encountered not a person, but a dog. The dog and I shared a shockingly long moment, as we ran around my neighborhood together. Unlike when abroad, it was nice to be comfortable that the dog was in fact rabies-free and unlikely to be trained to attack me. Since this post has become comfortable with referencing dead animals, it seems appropriate to point out that the dog was in fact a chocolate labrador, just like my own deceased pup Molly***, so the run felt very smiled upon by higher beings. IT also felt a lot like runs Claire had in Goa, though there the dog was not assuredly rabies-free, and it seems to have had some kind of digestive disorder I was glad my running partner did not share.

So between all these occurences, I have begun experiencing the beginnings of the wanderlust I so frequently get accused of. Everytime I come home, I worry it will not come back, because home feels so good, my family is full of really nice people, and I have luxuries like a coffeemaker. But it seems to be back finally, and the recent reminders of my trip are only making it more pronounced.

**Yes, I used to have a dog. Come sophomore year of college, my friends were skeptical because I had no pictures of the animal in my room. Without such proof, they did not believe I had one; I felt the lack of such photo evidence was only proof that I kept my pet ownership in its rightful shrine-free place in my life.