LIFE IN GENERAL

Well, what an exciting life this is turning out to be. Firstly, I think that this whole World Cup thing is being done strictly for my benefit. Every time there's an underdog team that I want to win a match, they do. Every time I don't care, it's just another match and they usually lose.

So anyway, there's this huge rivalry between England and Argentina. And yesterday they played a match in the World Cup, and England won. (England was a bit of an underdog in this match.) Madness! There are roving bands of people waving flags and singing hymns. The streets and shops were absolutely empty during the match, and then the minute it was over, this insanity started up.

It's fantastic!

I'm having so much fun, I can't stand it. I'm pretty upset because it looks like I'm going to have to leave the country 10 days before the finals, and I really wish I could stay over here for the duration.

It's strange; I don't know what's going to happen over the next few months. On the one hand, it's terrifying. On the other hand, it's not terrifying at all. It's sort of like what happened before I left home--I had to get rid of almost everything I own. That's a pretty traumatic thing, and I did a lot of crying and carrying on. But at the same time, it's liberating. When nothing is tying you down, you feel free,but you also feel like you're losing your grip on the earth and you might float away.

It doesn't help to have seen Megiddo in the news for the first time in my life, and because of a war. That's really frightening.

In the midst of all of this, Matthew has been a really really good friend. I think he must be psychic, because he took me for sushi the other night, and it was fantastic. I know this may sound weird, but he's been so nice that I've been a little scared. And then when he can see that I'm a little scared, he's been nice and acted reassuring. It's been really lovely, and I'm trying *really* hard not to be freaked out by it. It's the sort of behavior that should be rewarded by people being happy and not by people looking at you like you've sprouted a third arm.

He's pretty much being the nicest person in the world. It's not that he wasn't nice before, it's just...I don't know. If I try to explain it will come out all wrong. It makes me really happy, but what if I relax and start to trust him and then something bad happens? I guess that's the point of life--you never know. It's like football. You don't know how the England/Argentina game is going to go, so you have to sit through the whole thing. Maybe it will end up having been a complete waste of 90 minutes. Maybe it will be boring right up until the last minute. Maybe it will end up being the best game you've seen yet.

I drew a sports analogy! It's official! I am a boy!

Anyhoo.

I wonder what's going to happen next?