gal you a lead
I speed read Rayda Jacobs thinking that I would have 3 days to write a paper that was supposed to encompass an entire semester of independent study research only to find out that crazy Donna (our Professor/adviser in South Africa) is giving me until school starts to hand it in. That is both good and bad, of course.
If I keep busy and make myself feel worthy and productive than I am kind of ok. But there is always that panicky pang that hits my chest when I think about the last five months. Out of longing, missing, embarrassment, awe, etc. etc. I didn't know that coming home would be like this and that no one can really understand it. Today my doctor, while writing my prescription, shook his head and smiled saying "Now is the time to do it...keep traveling." You bet.
I am kind of working right now. Nothing progressive or productive but I need money of my own since my father basically paid for me to romp around Africa for five months without any responsibility or consequence. I'm definitely harboring some guilt, but let him know as much as I can how incredibly thankful I am for being allowed that experience. I went to the bush. It wouldn't have been the same anywhere else.
My friends are talking about cars and graduate school and 9-5 jobs and all of these conventional, predictable life plans. Before all of this, that was me, too. Now I just want to bop around the world, lend a hand where needed, see as many places as possible, experience as many cultures as possible. Thats my plan. I don't even know how to work towards that, but I'm going to make it happen.
There are too many white people around here and I am so in love with neo-soul and the wit of Running With Scissors.
If I keep busy and make myself feel worthy and productive than I am kind of ok. But there is always that panicky pang that hits my chest when I think about the last five months. Out of longing, missing, embarrassment, awe, etc. etc. I didn't know that coming home would be like this and that no one can really understand it. Today my doctor, while writing my prescription, shook his head and smiled saying "Now is the time to do it...keep traveling." You bet.
I am kind of working right now. Nothing progressive or productive but I need money of my own since my father basically paid for me to romp around Africa for five months without any responsibility or consequence. I'm definitely harboring some guilt, but let him know as much as I can how incredibly thankful I am for being allowed that experience. I went to the bush. It wouldn't have been the same anywhere else.
My friends are talking about cars and graduate school and 9-5 jobs and all of these conventional, predictable life plans. Before all of this, that was me, too. Now I just want to bop around the world, lend a hand where needed, see as many places as possible, experience as many cultures as possible. Thats my plan. I don't even know how to work towards that, but I'm going to make it happen.
There are too many white people around here and I am so in love with neo-soul and the wit of Running With Scissors.