Its been one year. I’ve visited 30 countries and 41 cities.
I’m sitting at the breakfast table, eating the pancakes that I’ve made. Its 4:30 pm in Dubai. I’m thinking about how far I’ve come but also worrying about how much I haven’t moved. Sometimes doing this job I feel as if time has stopped for me. I’ve lost all sense of it. I just adapt and keep moving. Every day, another city, new people. Different cuisines and cultures. Another face, another crowd, and I’m in the middle.
Some days I love it. I’m addicted to the lifestyle. I can go to Paris for the weekend to buy my bread for the week and then the next day I’m back on the plane flying to Asia. It’s exhilarating, lonely, and freeing.
Other days, I feel I’ve changed so much, but have no proof to show. The way I’ve grown and what I have accomplished are not things that I can put on a resume. No business can look at it and say “Yes! You are over-qualified!” No one can measure it and say that I meet the criteria. For it’s my perception that has grown. It’s the way I look at people, talk to people, think about people.
One day I want to go back, but I worry if I can. It’s like Pandora’s box has been opened, and now the things I thought I knew and thought I was aren’t the same. In a way, I’ve been ruined. I could never be content to sit in an office and work a 9 to 5. In a way, I’ve been blessed, challenged, to find a new way to live that contains both this lifestyle that I’ve become accustom to but also allows me to maintain routine in daily life.
The thing I miss the most about America is my ignorance. Yes, I realize that sounds silly..but now I understand why people say it’s truly the only key to bliss. I used to see the world through an out of focus lens. It truly is an amazing story with amazing people all different and beautiful. Some colors of the world are pretty rainbows and of course some are dark grays. You simply cannot visit a place, stay in a 4 star hotel and book tours through said hotel or go on a ‘tripadvisor’ suggested hike and believe that you have seen and known that place. For you have only known what that place wants you to know. You have to go among the people, be uncomfortable, live like they do, before you can have a real glimpse.
If you’re reading this, the best advice I could give to you would be to separate yourself from the reality that you believe in and allow yourself to get uncomfortable. Spend some time alone and always challenge what you have heard is the truth.
Until next time, with all my love,
P.S. I have some stories that I’d love to share with whoever wants to hear them. I will start posting more regularly with more details about more specific places and memories ❤