So my arrival to VT has occurred. I am back in the glorious eightohtwo, still jet-lagged and not wanting to leave my house because I miss England so much. Today I watched 3 episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm and 4 of Sex and the City, went on a walk around a neighborhood which I didn't quite recognize because I didn't want to, cooked a TON of food because all I feel like doing is eating and sleeping, talked to a few lovely friends at HWS, and am slowly making my way through all of the British Top 40 songs on YouTube to remind myself of Mercy and LCR nights (hey, it is Tuesday!!)
The point is, being home is weird. To quote Trevor Hall 'everywhere I go I feel like I'm home' and I thought that was true until I got home from a surreal experience that I am still not quite sure if it actually happened. Which is pretty nutty if you ask me. I mean, three months and 2,000 dollars later I am not exactly sure what even happened over there. Maybe it just needs to settle into my brain which is not capable of thinking right now. Yep.
Oh the eightohtwo. It is crazy that two days ago I was in London and am now here. But all things go and things end and we must accept that. So yeah, on to the new adventures, which will involve bagels and not having emotional breakdowns while re-learning how to play tennis.
Enjoy the reinventing the old.
xxxxxxx
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
money money money
Recently I had an epic moment of brilliance. Okay, maybe it wasn't THAT epic, and maybe it wasn't as brilliant as I first thought, but it was still one of those moments that hit me and almost knocked the wind out of me (which has not properly happened since I was knocked out with a soccer ball in 3rd grade. But I digress). This is what happened:
I was hiking up Arthur's Seat in Edinburgh Scotland, heading deeper and deeper into the typical Scotland fog. Ahead of me was fog, all around me was fog, and below me was a deep green, very muddy, very long grass. Gen was behind me. All of a sudden it hit me: I am hiking up a hill in Scotland that on a clear day overlooks all of Edinburgh. I have paid for this trip myself. I am walking into the fog, nothing else matters. I may never again be doing this in this exact mindset that I am in today. Sounds pretty typical, what is the moment of brilliance, you ask? Well, the fact that I stopped and appreciated it. Now I sound all high and mighty- let me rephrase.
Most of my time over here has had the ethereal quality of a Virginia Woolf novel- moving slowly without a real purpose or direction, experiences happen and they don't happen. It still hasn't really hit me that I am here, each new experience I have takes a while to process and even then, probably because I am not a computer, it doesn't process fully. The moment in Scotland processed and was the first one to do so. Sounds nutty I know, but there was something about being there that was really grounding. It could have been the fresh air, who knows. The most important thing I took out of that moment- sure, my bank account is down a thousand dollars (effing exchange rate), but my experiences are up up up. Money comes and goes, I will make it back in time, but experiences are forever. The key is to know when to spend the money to take advantage of them. Hey, I may be broke and spend this winter and next semester on a strict strict strict budget but in the long run I will be happier that I spent the money to gain life experiences than to know that I saved money and missed out.
and that, my friends, is my speech on why I am not worried that I blew my life savings (twenty years worth) on 4 epic, epic months.
Soundtrack- Trevor Hall
Enjoy the exchange rate.
I was hiking up Arthur's Seat in Edinburgh Scotland, heading deeper and deeper into the typical Scotland fog. Ahead of me was fog, all around me was fog, and below me was a deep green, very muddy, very long grass. Gen was behind me. All of a sudden it hit me: I am hiking up a hill in Scotland that on a clear day overlooks all of Edinburgh. I have paid for this trip myself. I am walking into the fog, nothing else matters. I may never again be doing this in this exact mindset that I am in today. Sounds pretty typical, what is the moment of brilliance, you ask? Well, the fact that I stopped and appreciated it. Now I sound all high and mighty- let me rephrase.
Most of my time over here has had the ethereal quality of a Virginia Woolf novel- moving slowly without a real purpose or direction, experiences happen and they don't happen. It still hasn't really hit me that I am here, each new experience I have takes a while to process and even then, probably because I am not a computer, it doesn't process fully. The moment in Scotland processed and was the first one to do so. Sounds nutty I know, but there was something about being there that was really grounding. It could have been the fresh air, who knows. The most important thing I took out of that moment- sure, my bank account is down a thousand dollars (effing exchange rate), but my experiences are up up up. Money comes and goes, I will make it back in time, but experiences are forever. The key is to know when to spend the money to take advantage of them. Hey, I may be broke and spend this winter and next semester on a strict strict strict budget but in the long run I will be happier that I spent the money to gain life experiences than to know that I saved money and missed out.
and that, my friends, is my speech on why I am not worried that I blew my life savings (twenty years worth) on 4 epic, epic months.
Soundtrack- Trevor Hall
Enjoy the exchange rate.
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