Ok, ok,
Well, I am no longer in Bolivia. Perhaps this would signal to some people that my blog should be over, but let's face it, I've been pouring my heart out onto this silly page since last April, why ever should I stop now? Upland, CA and the struggles of reentering life in suburban Southern California is every bit as trying and ridiculous as living in another culture for months on end...ok well, almost.It makes people a different kind of weird and stressed out. I know, just try walking into a Taco Bell full of youth group kids after being out of the country 4 months and see what kind of person it makes you. exactly.
To be fair, it was wrong of me to dream of Cheesy Gordita Crunches for months on end, not only in Bolivia but for the entire year before when I was a vegan. Sometimes we do cruel cruel things to ourselves under the guise of justice.
So what, other than punishing myself cruelly with trips to fast food restaurants, have I been doing since I've returned?
Well, nothing to be exact. That's the beauty and punishment of it all. While working half-assed on the papers I should turn in days from now in order to graduate, I've been attempting to get back into the groove of it all. You know, re-meet my family and friends, eat some deliciously familiar and familiarly delicious foods like Thai and Indian...and well...I may or may not have dreamed about spicy brown mustard when I was in Cochabamba. I'm also trying to figure out what the crap a woman is supposed to do when she discovers she's graduating from college. I'm looking around for available housing and job opportunities...but really don't know what to look for, or expect to find. Here is a sample of the regulars I encounter...
1. Administrative assistant with 2 years experience,
2. Entry level tele-marketer,
3. Intense Director position for unknown non-profit for random thing you've never heard of,and
4. Managerial position for large corporate america company.
I want to know how people find jobs when this is all I see offered!
I know I'm going to get myself in trouble if I try to find the ideal job the first time around, and knowing so reminds me of the lesson I learned while waiting for public transportation in Bolivia.
The correct answer every time was...
GET ON THE FIRST BUS YOU SEE GOING IN THE GENERAL DIRECTION YOU'RE AIMING FOR OR YOU WILL NEVER GET ANYWHERE.
What can I say? Perfection isn't in the cards for everyone...or is that anyone?
So moral of the story is that Moms right when she says, "any step at all, is a step in the right direction." Perhaps she is giving me the healthy push that means...Home is nice for a while, but you're a big girl now.
Well there's probably more to life than Craigslist...but who doesn't want to pull the convenience card? I'll keep checking back each day for jobs 'til I realize i need to move out for real.
