So. Did I just get home, or am I just about to leave?And where is my home, anyway?At first I flew into Portland, spent a few days with some best friends. I then took a bus down to Eugene, my home. Well, supposed home. It now feels a little ill-fitting, as if there is some … Continue reading “Home” As A Lilypad
Category: Travel Struggles
Here is an account of my weekend, organized by my facebook posts (in blue): 17 July (Wednesday morning, Eugene) Is anybody driving up to Walla Walla from Eugene or Portland this weekend? I'll help pay for gas. I had originally planned to go up to Seattle on Thursday for my bestest friend Chelsea's birthday and … Continue reading Travel (The Sitting-Down, On-The-Road Kind)
I spent all of today in a bikini. On a boat. On the Aegean. I am so ridiculously happy. It's hard to describe how relaxed I feel. It's like I've been a square peg trying to fit into a round hole, but finally I've found that square hole - AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT IT. … Continue reading BIKINInininininini
My students are going to crack me. I know it, I'm going to lose it, end up wandering around the streets of Suli talking to imaginary teachers about how Jad's voice doesn't operate on a volume below "scream" and how Aryeen doesn't seem to grasp the concept that a chair is for sitting and instead … Continue reading I need a straight-jacket
So, making friends... it's hard. And it's also really, really crucial. Here's why: I'm in a new place, about which I know next to nothing. I don't speak the language. All the friends I've made over the past 22 years are thousands of miles away. I have a bunch of new co-workers with whom I … Continue reading Hi, I’m Rachel. And you are…?
I decided to explore the bazaar on my own today, to brave the stares (single white woman!! *gasp*) and do my own thing. This meant that I had to get 2 cabs on my own, something that people have consistently told me never to do. But today is Friday, which means that everything's a bit … Continue reading Taksi Drivers
Hang with me here: My worlds are multiplying before my eyes. It's wonderful, and strange, to recognize that I've created little lives, so separate from one another, across the world, containing unique people, who have never met anyone from my other lives. My Sulay friends have never met, and probably never will never meet, my … Continue reading Multiverse
In Mutual Weirdness 