Lately I finds two different currents running through my body, varying in ratio, intensity and velocity. Time speeds up, slows down. Temperature inconsistent with atmosphere. Positivity is suffocated by a hopelessness incongruous to my situation. Hopelessness is speared by a jolting idea from which my mind moves too quickly to complete. I’m not happy where I am. I’m not comfortable but it’s not a productive discomfort. As I search for jobs without luck I question…
Tag: frustration
back in Texas
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…I still don’t entirely know how I feel about it (not really an unfamiliar situation) but apparently I’m back in Texas. I can tell this by the surprised smiles and hugs from friends and people I haven’t seen in a while, by the lack of tropical plants everywhere and by the fact I feel obligated to look for a job. The word indefinite, as in “I’m going to travel in Asia indefinitely,” was something I thought I’d…
oops…
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A series of blunders has caught up with me, leaving me temporarily stuck in Bangkok waiting for something to arrive from my homeland, from good old US soil. The item was possibly the worst item to possibly lose besides my passport. I lost my Charles Schwab debit card. The Schwab card is absolutely badass for people who are traveling internationally because Schwab reimburses cardholders for all international ATM fees. I’ll let you all know I’m…
sweat and disagreement
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Right now I’m sitting alone in a small coffee shop in a city called Chiang Mai. It’s somewhat of a sleepy town, filled with cafés and restaurants. I would love this kind of place. Unfortunately, I’m in an incredibly impatient…
island blues
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Being on a beautiful exotic island doesn’t necessarily mean you’re on vacation. Despite the scenery and pleasant breeze that mitigates the heat, this little island trip hasn’t really been the respite I’d hoped for. But, I’m not complaining here, more…
luxury and misery
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I started a post yesterday that was going to chronicle my troubled life consisting of breezy days on the patio drinking iced caramel macchiatos, blogging away on my new laptop…but I got sidetracked thinking about backpacks and selling all of my shit. Certain conversation invariably comes up with friends about why we’re dissatisfied with our lives when we are so incredibly fortunate. I live with my parents and work about 30 or so hours a…