(and about moving to places where you only know one person and you don't have your car and you don't know your way around so when you do have a car you don't know where you're going, and even if you did, you only know the one person so WHO ARE YOU GOING TO GO SEE!)
There just isn't much to blog about, I'm afraid. Vacation blog posts are just never very comprehensive and are usually filled with pictures of sand and other things that are only pretty if you're standing right in front of them (or if you happen to be a golden god with a camera). So here I am, on this sort of extended vacation, and I don't really know what to do with myself. Don't get me wrong, this place is amazing. Everything looks like something out of a travel guide - the beaches, the shops, the little towns, the people (hello, eating disorder). It still sort of feels like a dream. I just don't know how to put it all here.
What I am saying is this: I need a job. In a bad way. I was certainly not cut out for a life of leisure.
Also, maybe some friends would help. I would prefer to import my own, but I am open to making some new ones, though I'm beginning to wonder if I remember how to do it. I lived in the same town for 22 years. Spending that long in a place that small means that you are basically established by the time you are six years old and relationships no longer require effort. Now I'm in a surprisingly similar setting, only on the outside. I'm surrounded by surfers and hippies and people with good tans, and I'm just having a hard time feeling like anything but a tourist. A squatty, pale, awkward tourist (I seriously cannot get over how hot everyone is here. It is truly damaging.)
Please, someone pity me. Such a hard life in paradise. I know. Even I want to punch me.
Lets take a minute to relish in some accomplishments, because I could go for an ego boost right now:
- Made it through three airports (including DFW and LAX, thankyouverymuch) by myself, which of course includes getting on three airplanes (one of my many paralyzing phobias).
- Made it through my first Christmas without my family (but did get to spend it with a very nice stand-in family and of course E, who I'm growing quite attached to.)
- By tomorrow I will have finished two books in less than a week. Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've read a book from start to finish? Because I don't. Too long.
- Also on the agenda for tomorrow (Yes, I'm bragging prematurely. Let me have this.): Ocean! Something else on my ever-expanding list of fears is large open spaces, especially if those spaces are filled with water. It's definitely been an adjustment, seeing the ocean pretty much constantly. So tomorrow I'm finally going to brave it and stick my toes in a little.