This week: a little drama and suspense… You know how in my last post I ended with “Never say never” and “Nothing is permanent, everything changes constantly” ? Well, these two things have yet again been proved as FACT.
This time they’re in the form of…I might be going ‘home’.
And by ‘home’ I mean, possibly Southern California…but…Whoa. Just when you think you might have things a little figured out, life tends to throw you a curve ball, now doesn’t it?
I’m sorry, but SoCal is not as pretty at THIS…
In this scenario, I have a potential AWESOME job opportunity. The only un-awesome thing about it is it would mean the end to my current adventure and travels, which I don’t know if I’m ready to give up on yet. Then again, how do you turn down the chance to work for something you know you would love and that would completely change your life? Well, shoot.
Could I leave Thailand right now? Could I leave the chance to keep on traveling indefinitely?
I haven’t finished learning Thai! I wouldn’t be able to buy full, glorious meals for $1! I couldn’t zip around on my beloved motorbike! (And what about visiting Burma? Indonesia? New Zealand and Oz?) I love it here, I truly do. I know it’s not the place I will ultimately ‘end up’, but for now, it’s great.
Except, then again, there are the mosquitoes (which, at the moment have completely attacked me leaving me almost in pain from the itching). And I can’t fit into any of the clothes. And, let’s face it, I don’t know or understand what the heck is going on around me about 90% of the time. And I’ll probably get skin cancer from being in the sun so much.
I’m a West-Coast girl. I like my Fleet Foxes and The Head and the Heart. Not K-Pop. I wear plaid – even here.
I miss baking and farmer’s markets. I could do with some West Coast wine and Sunset Magazine, Mexican food and a comfy American couch.
And a great job that I would be lucky to have. And I could go to my friends’ weddings after missing too many last year. Those would definitely be a plus.
But then again, I couldn’t see this everyday:
Or get so excited with every meal I have. Or find myself in the middle of a jungle that looks like something out of Jurassic Park.
I know it’s a very fortunate ‘problem’ to have…but still, it’s a problem. What would you do? Would you – or have you – chosen a job over travel? Travel over a job?