Back in the Saddle

Leaving Australia

Hands down, the most difficult place I've ever left. I've loved places and jobs and people before, but there was something different about this one. Perhaps that it was all of those things at once, plus falling in love with the person I got to be there. I can only hope I find that again.

And those Watsons. I mean, when they took me to the airport they willingly went through airport security just to sit with me until I boarded. That's love folks. We hugged goodbye, handed my ticket to the lady, and all sort of laughed when she offered us all tissues. Then I walked away.

On a hike at KataTjuta, our guide told us “Don't turn around until you're at the top. The view hits you so much stronger.” With that in mind, I walked nearly all the way across the tarmac and only when I was nearly at the plane, turned and looked over my shoulder for one last look at the family that I'd become a part of.

Well, the view did hit me. There it was. Windows made of one-way glass. But they could see me and maybe they were crying, maybe they were waving, but my time to know those things was over all the sudden. I didn't lose them, they weren't gone. You can never have another person, they are never yours. You only have what you share, and if you're lucky, you'll share many things for a long time.

Anyway...that's the back story of the time I cried for an hour on a flight with a bunch of miners and businessmen and stewardesses repeatedly asking me if I was okay.

American Dream

Since we're going for honesty here, I'll lay it out for you. America does not care if you like it, and that makes it sort of hard to love.

I've absolutely loved seeing so many old friends and family. But it does feel a bit like being on tour, which can be uncomfortable. An outsider in a place you thought was home. I'm sure I'll warm to this place, but for now I can tell she knows I'm still drifting, and won't show her true beauties to me until I make a stronger commitment to this land.

For quite a bit of my time back here I've been fairly depressed. I'd say it's due to a mix of Vitamin D deficiency, not having dogs to play with, and according to Sad Kaitlyn the "loss" of "like everything ever" that apparently happened "like really fast".  She's a bit dramatic.  People don't like to talk about it, which is funny, cause I reckon almost everyone goes through it at some point. I'm by no means an expert, nor have I ever had professional advice on the matter. But for people out there having a hard time dealing with some sort of emotional event I offer these tips if you want 'em:

• Time will make it better, and a need for immediate gratification will not.
• Your feelings are probably caused by your heart and/or your brain being a bit hurt. So, it may come as a surprise, but those two things may not be the best tools for making you feel better.
• There is nothing like an old friend and a new perspective.
• Nothing looks hopeful when you're lying in bed.
• Cry. Let it go. Take a shower. Cry while you sing Let It Go while taking a shower. And at the point when you're thinking, “I haven't cried in like 3 days!” Guess what? You're gonna cry, and that's okay.

That's a good starter pack, if you ever need the extended edition, never hesitate to talk to me. And that's another thing. Hello, everyone listening? Think right now about something that's troubling you. Got it? Wasn't hard, was it? Everyone has something in their life that lies on the scale of suckiness at any given time.  Coworkers, High Blood Pressure, a crazy daughter who keeps crying and singing Let It Go in the shower. Sometimes they want to talk about it, so it doesn't hurt to ask. And sometimes just distracting them with your friendship brings them a happiness they forgot they were capable of. Go love on some people, it can't hurt.

Its Happening

Originally I was heading out to Pittsburgh for a graduate school interview for the weekend and was going to return to Maryland on Sunday and have a whole week of packing and planning for PNG. Well, my cousin Mary is way too much fun so I stayed there until Wednesday.

This led to having the craziest Thursday of my life. I made a packing list. I did laundry. I applied for and got a visitor visa for Australia because I completely forgot that you need one if you want to leave the airport during the 24h between your flights. I got immunizations for Tetanus, Influenza, and Typhoid fever. I started taking anti-malarial medication (which may cause weird dreams and hallucinations! I don't know why my doctor said this like it was a bad thing!) And most importantly, I got Seasons 4 and 5 of Downton Abbey for the four day plane journey that's coming up.  

You think you're going to be ready and be calm and cool and collected. And then unexpectedly, it's happening. Before you've made the right Embassy contacts and gathered the appropriate clothing, before you've got the right bug repellent and replacement camera batteries, before your still mending heart and brain are entirely ready to throw themselves into something new...You're excited.  You're going on an adventure.  You're back in the saddle,