It rained in Paris; then it was beautiful and I left. It rained in Antwerp; then it was beautiful and I left. It's raining in Croatia; but it is supposed to get beautiful... then I leave for India, where it will be the beginning of monsoon season. Does anyone see a pattern here?
Like the weather, my trip started out a bit rainy. I had horrible insomnia-inducing jet lag of the "Lost in Translation" variety. I angered myself by getting involved in a situation I swore to myself I wouldn't be a part of again. Basically, I was homesick and lonely and knee-deep in "what am I doing with my life" self-pity.
"Kristy, I get the feeling you're not really getting into the spirit of things over there" a friend wrote. Uh, no, I wasn't. And, what really was the problem, I thought? I had wanted to spend six months traveling and seeing if I wanted to live abroad somewhere or spend half the year away and half the year in Portland. That sounds exactly like what I'm doing. What was to complain about?
Did I really think inspiration was going to hit within the first two weeks? And, had I ever been hit by inspiration? No, I hadn't. The idea was, and still is, to experience what it's like to be away for six months. To experience volunteering. To experience whatever comes up that I want to do. And, if I don't like it, I don't like it. At least I can say I tried. But, to not enjoy myself along the way is ridiculous. I am very lucky to have the opportunity to explore my options - and explore the world. I've worked hard to get here. And, I intend to soak up every last drop of this experience until I'm drenched from head to toe in a monsoon-like downpour of...
OK, anyway...the forecast is for sunny skies over this girl's head.
And, thanks to everyone who held out an umbrella when I needed it.
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