I awoke to the sun creeping through the French doors of our apartment in Cambodia this morning, excited that it was only 7:45 in the morning, which gave me plenty of time to call my parents, who are currently 11-hours behind us.
My writing always features an ever-present theme – my continuous, yet futile, search for elusive somethings. This actually doubles as the theme of my life, and also the catalyst for the anxiety that seemed to
stalk follow me throughout my journey of self-discovery.
It’s been awhile, and the snack boxes have been keeping me from blogging, but I’ve got some really cool projects in the works, and I can’t wait to get back to writing about our adventures throughout Asia. Spoiler Alert: Tokyo has been amazing!
As a writer, I have always understood the power of words, as well as their ability to distort and exaggerate reality. A tiny studio apartment can become ‘an intimate space’, with just a few keystrokes. While you may leave the Thursday viewing irate, ranting about how the real estate agent misrepresented the property, you might also find yourself mentioning how intimate the space was after a few mimosas at Saturday’s brunch.
We arrived in Panama and were genuinely impressed with ourselves and everything we encountered. Grocery shopping was exciting, negotiating a taxi price in broken Spanish was a thrill, and eating fried red snapper, with sweet plantains, was a dream.
Los Angeles was a peak into a lifestyle that didn’t exist in my Midwestern hometown. No one in LA had a ‘real job’, everyone was creating something cool and living life on the edge. Age was just a number and cool was the new youth.
Finding your own way can be a difficult task after years of following directions. I know it was for me. It was as if my life was already predetermined for me, and I was just going through the motions. The ability to pick small details – which sports I would play, what college I would attend, my college major – created a small sense of freedom, but honestly, I was on auto-pilot.
Our final week in the states is a blurred memory of buying and selling things. We had a short list of everything we thought we needed and a 3-bedroom apartment full of things that had to go. We had an epic ‘everything must go’ garage sale,
We all have people, relationships and behaviors in our life that have been identified as unproductive, unhealthy, or even the root to our unhappiness. I’m a bit intrigued by our innate desire to make them tolerable, rather than restructuring, or eliminating them altogether.
If you follow my blog or have read my ebook, then you know I prefer to live outside of the tourist areas when traveling. I’m most interested in understanding and embracing new cultures, which is very difficult when you’re surrounded by restaurants serving hamburgers and stores selling American flag t-shirts. Luckily, we booked an apartment on the outskirts of Marrakech for the first part of our trip, so we were able to get a more genuine feel than you do in the medina. While we enjoyed our time in Marrakech, we wanted to travel further south for cultural and historical purposes. So, naturally, that’s what we did.