Thursday, May 31, 2018

As if what really happened matters less than what should have happened

Thursday, May 31, 2018

“There are moments when history and memory seem like a mist, as if what really happened matters less than what should have happened. The mist lifts and suddenly there we are, my good parents and their good children, their grateful children who phone for no reason but to talk, say their good-nights with a kiss, and look forward to home on the holidays. I see how, in a family like mine, love doesn’t have to be earned and it can’t be lost. Just for a moment, I see us that way; I see us all. Restored and repaired. Reunited. Refulgent.”

~ Karen Joy Fowler, We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, 2013

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Applying for Sri Lanka Electronic Travel Authorization

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Electronic Travel Authorization (ETA) is required for travel to Sri Lanka. So a few days ago I applied for an ETA through the official Sri Lankan government website and, surprisingly, it went quite smoothly.  I’ve read many complaints about the website not working properly, people being denied for various reasons, and some not receiving their email confirmations. I was a bit anxious for I might encounter such problems too but, luckily, I didn’t. I just went to the website, filled in and submitted the application form, and then paid the fee via credit card. Within a couple of minutes, I received an email confirming receipt of my application. And not long after that, I received the ETA approval notice. It was that fast and efficient. I wonder why others didn’t have the same experience.

Now that I’ve received travel authorization, booked all accommodations, and purchased plane tickets, I’m all set for our Sri Lankan escapade.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

I assumed he would wait there forever

Saturday, May 19, 2018

I hadn’t known that I assumed he would wait there forever in that white bed below his window. I hadn’t known I needed him there. Like a landmark, a pyramid-shaped stone or a cypress, that we assume will never move. So we can find our way home. And then, inevitably, one day—it’s gone. And we realize that we thought we were the only changing thing, the only variable, in the world; that the objects and people in our lives are there for our pleasure, like the playing pieces of a game, and cannot move of their own accord; that they are held in place by our need for them, by our love.

~ Andrew Sean Greer, Less, 2017
 
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