My somewhat anticipated mini-panic is starting to set in. What
am I doing out here?
Nothing.
That’s what.
So you know how I wanted to go out West?
It never occurred
to me that maybe this shouldn’t be a solo gig. So maybe I rushed into things.
It’s a learning experience. Here’s what I’ve learned. You shouldn’t climb
mountains or drive hours away to tiny towns by yourself. Girls can’t wander
around alone at night and eating dinner by yourself is lonely business.
I’m very interested in my reaction to all this. My whole
life I’ve always felt like there is the Laura that does things, making decisions
and mulling over life, and there's a Laura that just watches that other Laura do stuff. She's not judgmental nor does she offer insights. She's just auditing the class. The Watcher Laura is intrigued because Doer Laura has spent oodles of time
wandering around foreign countries without an ounce of panic (ok, maybe an
ounce. It is me after all) and now, Laura is in her own country and feeling
very unsure about things. I realized why though.
While roaming around in a place where everything is
different, you have an objective. Even if that objective is just to have ice
cream that day. You have a hostel
to sleep in, a ticket out of town at some point, and a passport to keep you out
of almost all kinds of trouble. Since realizing my “objectives” aren’t so easy
to accomplish as a lone female, I have nothing with me but a car full of crap and
limited funding. I can get in trouble in this country because I know all the
rules.
AND due to some unforeseen expenses, I can’t even afford to
drive home. I’m TRAPPED!!!
In other news, it is breathtakingly beautiful out
here. Every time I get on the freeway I almost cause a number of potential accidents because I’m looking at the
beautiful mountains and not the traffic in front of me. Portland remains a
lovely place as well, though the downtown is like any city and I find it very
stressful and tight. I like the spots surrounding the downtown and have in fact
picked out my favorite neighborhoods. Portland is like mushing Switzerland with
Alaska and sprinkling in some Charlotte NC.
So...
I just need someone to come out here and explore with me.
Any takers?
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