mi vida

So why is that now I get paid to write a blog, and travel etc..I don't really want to do either? Funny how that always seems to happen. I find myself with all kinds of cases of writers block the minute I am supposed to sit down and write, maybe it's because I know there is an actual audience now and my run on sentences are no longer considered artistic, but unacceptable. Maybe it's also because for the first time in 7 months I have unpacked my bags, hallelujah! And you better believe the minute I moved in my hotel, which may or may not be home for the next three months, I unpacked and organized everything I own, right down to my earrings and pens. Seriously.
There is something really unsettling about literally being a "nomad," which I guess I really have been for awhile now. As for traveling, I think I got that bug out of my system the minute it started to feel fake. I want to LIVE abroad, not just be a tourist abroad, maybe that's why I am reluctant to get on any more tumultuous bus rides for a while (it will probably only last about a week, since us adrenaline junkies live for that stuff, really.)
After saying goodbye to Chiara the other day, who has probably not left my side for more than five minutes over the last six weeks, I find myself slightly panicked in facing the reality of this situation, in that I really have to start living in a schedule again. I have to actually go to work, (and for all of you out there doing this everyday, I know you're thinking F YOU...) but it is quite a hard little transition after doing my "work" and education on the road for so long. It's like running at a sprint on a treadmill and then stepping off only to feel like you have to learn how to walk again, GEEZ.
And as glamorous as being a "travel writer" sounds, there is a lot more office work than you might think; especially since the power is only on for four hours a day it makes things a little tough. Everything seems to take longer than usual in Nepal, I'm not sure why.
So now most of my time is spent under the romantic candle light of my hotel room. (it's really romantic all by myself, right.) I've resorted to learning ALL the capitals of the world, a game Chiara and I started weeks ago, and somewhere along the way I became obsessed with. Literally, falling asleep for awhile was difficult because I was running over the capital names in my head. Reminds me of studying for an effing statistics test and having all those equations I never understood keep me up at night. Wow.
So yet another blog wasted on my rantings. I could tell you about the situation in Nepal, how there is trash piled up in mountains on every corner, and how there is load shedding for 16 hours a day...but I'm afraid I have probably already lost your attention for now. That is a whole different can of worms, and it might take thousands of words to even begin explaining anything.
But, I'll try soon enough.
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