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I would now like to present you with a summarization of the past 11 months of my life, in list form:
*Sell all possessions and go to Wisconsin
*Fly to Miami
*Fly to Mexico
*Hang out in Central America for 3 months
*Get smashed by a tree
*Hang out in Nicaragua for an extra month
*Fly to Miami/recover
*Buy a 71 beetle
*Road trip to Tennessee
*Buy land
*Back to Miami
*Drive to New York
*Found job
*Sold 71 Beetle
Life has been less than relaxing lately, and at times it's been more than trying. But it's also been quite a fantastic journey and I'm damn lucky for a plethora of reasons.
Monday I start my new job and once again, a whole new life in the big city.
More details here: Vagabunda
*Sell all possessions and go to Wisconsin
*Fly to Miami
*Fly to Mexico
*Hang out in Central America for 3 months
*Get smashed by a tree
*Hang out in Nicaragua for an extra month
*Fly to Miami/recover
*Buy a 71 beetle
*Road trip to Tennessee
*Buy land
*Back to Miami
*Drive to New York
*Found job
*Sold 71 Beetle
Life has been less than relaxing lately, and at times it's been more than trying. But it's also been quite a fantastic journey and I'm damn lucky for a plethora of reasons.
Monday I start my new job and once again, a whole new life in the big city.
More details here: Vagabunda
I should be updating my non sg blog as it's been months since I've written anything. But I don't feel like I can get so personal on that blog.
I'm depressed. I haven't been depressed in a long time and somehow that makes it so much harder to deal with. Very recently I was epically happy.
If you don't know, I spent a year planning a big trip to central and south america. I was to be gone for a whole year, slowly moving from country to country starting in Mexico and ending in Chile. I saved money, planned, sold all my possessions and left my dog with my best friend. It was to be an epic adventure, a story to tell potential grandchildren.
Two months and only four countries into my trip there was a storm where I was camping in a tent and a massive tree fell and nearly broke my back.
You can read the story on my other blog Vagabundeando.
It's a pretty intense story.
The insurance didn't cover anything (big surprise) but thankfully Nicaragua is a socialist country and the hospital was mostly free.
Not wanting to give in to defeat, I spent a month on my back in a bed in Nicaragua. After a month I had to concede that I needed to go home.
Now it's been three months and 11 chiropractor visits and I'm still recovering. I'm living in my best friends dinning room, sleeping on a mattress on the floor in a depressing area of Miami. For the past three months I have been able to physically do very little. I've lost motivation to do much of anything. I put so much into the planning of this trip and had such high hopes. I never would have dreamed that only two months in it would all be over because of a tree. I know it could be so much worse. Every time I see someone in a wheelchair I thank the mythical baby jesus that my back didn't get bent one centimeter more than it did. I could have died, should have died. When you think about it, I'm lucky. But when you think about it a bit harder you realize, I was hit by a fucking tree. A fucking tree fell on ME of all the trees that could fall and all the places it could fall it fell on ME. It sounds completely absurd but it's true.
Recently I have been progressing and it's become conceivable to me that someday I'll be back to normal. And just when that starts to happen I get a nasty upper respiratory infection. That fades away and then one random night I start to feel extremely dizzy. The kind of dizzy you get when you have had WAY too much to drink and there's nothing left to do but lie down and hope tomorrow won't be so bad.
I awoke to find that the dizziness was worse. Within a half hour of being awake I was throwing up and continued throwing up every ten minutes (no exaggeration) until I was in a hospital bed with an IV in my arm once again. Wasn't I just here?
The doctor told me I have Labyrinthitus. So it was back to bed for me, and just when I was getting better. The pills she gave me quiet the nausea but I've been outrageously dizzy ever since. That was Tuesday, it's Sunday now. Every morning I wake up hoping my vision will be better and the vertigo will be gone but every morning I wake up and the ground is still unsteady below my feet.
I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. What the hell did I do to deserve all this? I've basically been in bed for three months. And not even my own bed. Someone else's bed in someone else's house with absolutely nothing going on. My entire life is on hold at the moment. My muscles are withering away and just when I thought I was better enough to start doing light exorcise I get fluid in my inner ears that throws off my whole equilibrium rendering me just about useless. Not to mention the flashbacks I'm still having of my body crumpling to the ground under the weight of a giant tree. Is this some sort of cruel joke? Is there such a thing as voodoo and I just pissed off the wrong person? What the fuck is going on!
I want my life back. I want to be me again. I want to put on a pair of heels. I want to go for a run. I want to go to a bar. I want to have sex! Long lasting, passionate no holds bared sex that doesn't hurt my back or make me nauseous.
I WANT TO BE NORMAL!
Sorry for the pity party guys. But I'm really starting to lose it.
FUCK!
I'm depressed. I haven't been depressed in a long time and somehow that makes it so much harder to deal with. Very recently I was epically happy.
If you don't know, I spent a year planning a big trip to central and south america. I was to be gone for a whole year, slowly moving from country to country starting in Mexico and ending in Chile. I saved money, planned, sold all my possessions and left my dog with my best friend. It was to be an epic adventure, a story to tell potential grandchildren.
Two months and only four countries into my trip there was a storm where I was camping in a tent and a massive tree fell and nearly broke my back.
You can read the story on my other blog Vagabundeando.
It's a pretty intense story.
The insurance didn't cover anything (big surprise) but thankfully Nicaragua is a socialist country and the hospital was mostly free.
Not wanting to give in to defeat, I spent a month on my back in a bed in Nicaragua. After a month I had to concede that I needed to go home.
Now it's been three months and 11 chiropractor visits and I'm still recovering. I'm living in my best friends dinning room, sleeping on a mattress on the floor in a depressing area of Miami. For the past three months I have been able to physically do very little. I've lost motivation to do much of anything. I put so much into the planning of this trip and had such high hopes. I never would have dreamed that only two months in it would all be over because of a tree. I know it could be so much worse. Every time I see someone in a wheelchair I thank the mythical baby jesus that my back didn't get bent one centimeter more than it did. I could have died, should have died. When you think about it, I'm lucky. But when you think about it a bit harder you realize, I was hit by a fucking tree. A fucking tree fell on ME of all the trees that could fall and all the places it could fall it fell on ME. It sounds completely absurd but it's true.
Recently I have been progressing and it's become conceivable to me that someday I'll be back to normal. And just when that starts to happen I get a nasty upper respiratory infection. That fades away and then one random night I start to feel extremely dizzy. The kind of dizzy you get when you have had WAY too much to drink and there's nothing left to do but lie down and hope tomorrow won't be so bad.
I awoke to find that the dizziness was worse. Within a half hour of being awake I was throwing up and continued throwing up every ten minutes (no exaggeration) until I was in a hospital bed with an IV in my arm once again. Wasn't I just here?
The doctor told me I have Labyrinthitus. So it was back to bed for me, and just when I was getting better. The pills she gave me quiet the nausea but I've been outrageously dizzy ever since. That was Tuesday, it's Sunday now. Every morning I wake up hoping my vision will be better and the vertigo will be gone but every morning I wake up and the ground is still unsteady below my feet.
I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. What the hell did I do to deserve all this? I've basically been in bed for three months. And not even my own bed. Someone else's bed in someone else's house with absolutely nothing going on. My entire life is on hold at the moment. My muscles are withering away and just when I thought I was better enough to start doing light exorcise I get fluid in my inner ears that throws off my whole equilibrium rendering me just about useless. Not to mention the flashbacks I'm still having of my body crumpling to the ground under the weight of a giant tree. Is this some sort of cruel joke? Is there such a thing as voodoo and I just pissed off the wrong person? What the fuck is going on!
I want my life back. I want to be me again. I want to put on a pair of heels. I want to go for a run. I want to go to a bar. I want to have sex! Long lasting, passionate no holds bared sex that doesn't hurt my back or make me nauseous.
I WANT TO BE NORMAL!
Sorry for the pity party guys. But I'm really starting to lose it.
FUCK!
I'm terrible at keeping up this blog. So you should really follow my other one if you're curious about my doings. Vagabundeando
At the moment I'm in Miami visiting family before I take the adventure of a lifetime. On Thursday I leave for Belize to begin my one year backpacking adventure through Central and South America.
My blog will have photos, musings, videos and even audio clips. Check it out! http://vagabunda.posterous.com
At the moment I'm in Miami visiting family before I take the adventure of a lifetime. On Thursday I leave for Belize to begin my one year backpacking adventure through Central and South America.
My blog will have photos, musings, videos and even audio clips. Check it out! http://vagabunda.posterous.com
There is so much to do, it's overwhelming.
I still have so much little bullshit to put on ebay and so much I need to pack up and figure out who I'm going to send it to for safe keeping. This is one of those times where I wish I just had normal parents who wouldn't mind holding my stuff for me while I go on an adventure of a lifetime. Oh well.
I'm also suing my former landlord the day before I leave L.A. for my un-returned deposit. I'd say I'm nervous about that but it's pretty open and shut I think. I actually had to hire a process server (the guys that sneak up on people and get them to admit to who they are and serve them a summons) because he's a slippery motherfucker.
Anyway. In 2.5 weeks I leave L.A.. We head to Wisconsin for Quinn's family reunion and to spend two months finalizing details of our trip without distraction. Oh boy!
Over the last couple weeks I've watched many of my prized possessions walk out the door in exchange for green paper that feels absolutely meaningless compared to the comfort I got from my them. But I'm trying to remind myself that this money is not just money, it's a plane ticket, or a food allowance, or a bus ticket, or a vacation from my vacation when I just need to stay in a nice hotel. Or maybe even a partial payment towards a trip to the Galapagos.
Anyway, it's coming down to the wire, and I'm getting so nervous that I get that rumbling, diarrhea feeling in my tummy. (tmi?)
Check out my latest blog entry.
These Things
Since coming back to SG my blog has been up in views and I know it's all of you guys. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you checking it out and reading and leaving a comment. It really means a lot to me. I like having a place to speak my mind that doesn't have my breasts attached to it. I like thinking that I can be more than tits and a pretty face. So thanks.
I still have so much little bullshit to put on ebay and so much I need to pack up and figure out who I'm going to send it to for safe keeping. This is one of those times where I wish I just had normal parents who wouldn't mind holding my stuff for me while I go on an adventure of a lifetime. Oh well.
I'm also suing my former landlord the day before I leave L.A. for my un-returned deposit. I'd say I'm nervous about that but it's pretty open and shut I think. I actually had to hire a process server (the guys that sneak up on people and get them to admit to who they are and serve them a summons) because he's a slippery motherfucker.
Anyway. In 2.5 weeks I leave L.A.. We head to Wisconsin for Quinn's family reunion and to spend two months finalizing details of our trip without distraction. Oh boy!
Over the last couple weeks I've watched many of my prized possessions walk out the door in exchange for green paper that feels absolutely meaningless compared to the comfort I got from my them. But I'm trying to remind myself that this money is not just money, it's a plane ticket, or a food allowance, or a bus ticket, or a vacation from my vacation when I just need to stay in a nice hotel. Or maybe even a partial payment towards a trip to the Galapagos.
Anyway, it's coming down to the wire, and I'm getting so nervous that I get that rumbling, diarrhea feeling in my tummy. (tmi?)
Check out my latest blog entry.
These Things
Since coming back to SG my blog has been up in views and I know it's all of you guys. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you checking it out and reading and leaving a comment. It really means a lot to me. I like having a place to speak my mind that doesn't have my breasts attached to it. I like thinking that I can be more than tits and a pretty face. So thanks.
Anybody else participate in International Pillow Fight Day? Feathers were a'flylin'!
I posted some photos on my blog:
Check it out!
I posted some photos on my blog:
Check it out!
Shameless blog plug.....
now!
Check it out, my friends:These Things
I just posted an entry about the female/male mating ritual.
That makes it sound very dry and boring, but it's not! and there are pictures of titties! Go look!
But seriously, I appreciate you guys going and taking a look at what I have to say. And the fact that some of you seemed to have actually read a bit, really makes me happy! Thanks!
now!
Check it out, my friends:These Things
I just posted an entry about the female/male mating ritual.
That makes it sound very dry and boring, but it's not! and there are pictures of titties! Go look!
But seriously, I appreciate you guys going and taking a look at what I have to say. And the fact that some of you seemed to have actually read a bit, really makes me happy! Thanks!
These are the most badass watches I have EVER seen! If you're in the market for a new watch, take a look at these guys. They're handmade in South Korea.
I'm always blown away by people who can make such amazing things with their hands.
This watch in particular is my favorite. I'll hold off for a while, but I can already tell that at some point, I'm going to cave and buy this watch.
I'm blown away! Buy a watch from these people! They deserve to make money!
I'm always blown away by people who can make such amazing things with their hands.
This watch in particular is my favorite. I'll hold off for a while, but I can already tell that at some point, I'm going to cave and buy this watch.
I'm blown away! Buy a watch from these people! They deserve to make money!
Ok so it's come to my attention that my last post came off as kinda resentful of being back, which is not exactly that case. It was just kind of a surprise to find myself here.
I asked Sean if I could get on to grab a couple photos I never got a chance to save, and he said, "I'll just unarchive you, but it will show up in the thread." And I thought, no biggie, nobody will notice I'm here for the amount of time it takes me to grab the photos I want.
I was wrong. And all of your excitement and lovely "welcome back" posts made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I stayed.
You can see, I'm not resentful, per say, just cautious of how I allow this website to affect me.
So here's to you and me! I look forward to getting to know you all again.
Moving right along....
Quinn (my man) and I are starting to feel a little panicked about all the shit we have to sell before we leave in 5 WEEKS!!! And we still haven't booked an appointment with the travel doctor, and I still have to do my taxes, and pack the shit I'm keeping, and and and.....
My whole life is about to be upside down and when I think about it I get heart palpitations, but what's scarier is that I seem to have a remarkable ability to NOT think about it. Which is not good for the obvious reason that I have a shitload of stuff to take care of before I go.
This is our fabulous loft:
And everything in it is for sale! Including the hanging wall of windows that Quinn built.
I don't want to be that girl that's trying to get money out of you, this just happens to be what I'm doing in my life right now. All this shit is on craigslist and it's got to go whether you buy it or not. So if you see something you might like, let me know and we can work out a price. At this point my prices are going to be extremely reasonable due to the 5 week time stamp on how long I have to sell this shit.
Oh and, look how long my hair is getting!
And also, a rubber chicken purse:
Yes, it's a purse, shaped like a chicken, and made of rubber. I need to have it!
I asked Sean if I could get on to grab a couple photos I never got a chance to save, and he said, "I'll just unarchive you, but it will show up in the thread." And I thought, no biggie, nobody will notice I'm here for the amount of time it takes me to grab the photos I want.
I was wrong. And all of your excitement and lovely "welcome back" posts made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I stayed.
You can see, I'm not resentful, per say, just cautious of how I allow this website to affect me.
So here's to you and me! I look forward to getting to know you all again.
Moving right along....
Quinn (my man) and I are starting to feel a little panicked about all the shit we have to sell before we leave in 5 WEEKS!!! And we still haven't booked an appointment with the travel doctor, and I still have to do my taxes, and pack the shit I'm keeping, and and and.....
My whole life is about to be upside down and when I think about it I get heart palpitations, but what's scarier is that I seem to have a remarkable ability to NOT think about it. Which is not good for the obvious reason that I have a shitload of stuff to take care of before I go.
This is our fabulous loft:
And everything in it is for sale! Including the hanging wall of windows that Quinn built.
I don't want to be that girl that's trying to get money out of you, this just happens to be what I'm doing in my life right now. All this shit is on craigslist and it's got to go whether you buy it or not. So if you see something you might like, let me know and we can work out a price. At this point my prices are going to be extremely reasonable due to the 5 week time stamp on how long I have to sell this shit.
Oh and, look how long my hair is getting!
And also, a rubber chicken purse:
Yes, it's a purse, shaped like a chicken, and made of rubber. I need to have it!
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