What makes love stay? Tom Robbins asks a good question. I'm not sure what the answer is. I wonder if I'm purposely being self destructive or if I just made a mistake. I think of how hard we have worked to get here and tell myself it has to be the later. I hope openness, honesty, continual love and hard work, and the knowledge that what we have is real will make love stay. But, I don't keep secrets. Secrets do not make love stay.
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Sometimes I doubt this. I doubt everything I think I know. But then a song comes on and my tears swell up because it is so much about you. And that's it. Now my life is all about you, and it's been that way for a long time. And that's that. No doubt.
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Small decisions have put me where I am today. If I had agreed to an EAL job, or chose to be persistent about my interview in Romania rather than dropping it for Jakarta where would I be? If I had agreed to go on a second date with the guy from the library rather than clinging to hope with my ex, if I had gone to a different party or restaurant who would I have met that would have changed my life course. I remember thinking I had figured out why Saudi didn't work and why I was meant to be in Kazakhstan. Right now none of my decisions feel right as I play out all the other scenarios of my potential life. By I am right where I am supposed to be in this place and time. Life is made up of little moments and decisions, and most of them I cannot control. So I try again to just let go of the anxiousness I have been constantly feeling.
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People keep asking me if I'm ready to go home. I don't even know what the word "home" means anymore. I'm not ready to leave. I'm not prepared to stay any longer. I'm ready for the mountains. I'm ready for my bed. But Kazakhstan is not my home. Minneapolis is not my home. I am ready to go home. But that's not where I'm going. Someday, maybe I'll have a home again.
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I thought leaving would be easy this time. When I went back to Montenegro after being home, returning felt like a breeze in comparison to the constant trips to the US with a move to a new country. When I returned to Montenegro after Christmas I felt like my life was settled, and I had shit figured out. Now I feel like everything is up in the air and I have nothing figured out. I had nothing figured out then, and nothing figured out now. But what made me more confident then?
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10/8/18
I'm starting to wonder why I decided to plan a 5 day trip to Kyrgyzstan, as I'm feeling uneasy about my Russian, and ability to figure out how to travel here solo. Also, I could just hike here and spend my days carefree. Then I think about how intensely bored I would be by Tuesday of next week if I didn't have this thing planned, and I start to feel okay about the unease.
"There are outlaw maps that lead to outlaw treasure and I love those maps especially."- Tom Robbins
Saturday, August 11, 2018
Sunday, July 15, 2018
Summer 2018: Part 1
20/6/18
I’m not sure if the confusion is making my cranky, or if the
crankiness is leading to my confusion. I am insanely self conscious and moody
and for right now I just need 10 minutes alone to sob.
22/6/18
Some days I really wonder if I am meant to spend my life
single and solo.
23/6/18
All these people and places have taught me something very
important: I will always find myself no matter where I am and who I am with
24/6/18
Everyday I try to explain to my student that the world is
not a fair place. It is not composed of fair situations. Ours is not even close
to fair. 2 years down, but 14 more months of hellos/goodbyes and imagining your arms are around
me.
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Walking toward you and seeing everything I want as you cheer for your team that has somehow become my team.
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Walked out of the pub and there was a man playing “How I wish you were here.” I wandered up some semi-hidden steps, saw a view of the city with the sun setting and really did wish that you were here.
28/6/18
Sometimes when you travel you meet people who just cling to
you. All you really want to do is get rid of them, but you can’t shake them.
The nice thing about these people is that usually they make you realize how
lucky you are for the true companionship you have.
29/6/18
It’s funny, because all the parts
of me I thought would cause a man to fall in love with me don’t seem to matter.
Maybe the whole time I was working on myself for myself. I sure love my taste
in music, and my lack of fashion sense. This is proof that we should become who
we are meant to be alone first.
After reading over everything I’ve written in the last year
it has become all the more clean that you are the obvious missing piece of all
my travels.
30/6/18
The last few times I have
traveled I haven’t felt as much joy. Am I getting old and slowing down? Are
these streets too familiar and easy to solve? Or, am I really to move on to a
new part of my life journey. If so I’m going to have a problem, because I have
built my life around this. I’m counting down the days until I get to go home,
and I’m not sure if that is good or bad.
Suddenly I am doubting everything I thought I knew. I made a promise to myself ages ago when I was
drunk one night in Montenegro that I would never take you for granted. I feel
like I spent our whole week together so exhausted and short fused that I
definitely took it all for granted. And I’m also taking all the opportunities
that come with travel for granted. More food, wine, museums, history, walks, and
conversations with strangers please.
2/7/18
I met a French girl on the train who was
traveling solo for the first time. She asked me if I ever get so lonely that I
just stay in bed all day and cry. Guys, yesterday that is basically how I spent
my day. Much as I pump solo travel, it's not all sunshine and smiles. It is
emotionally draining. But then I get days like today. This is me, finally on a
hiking trail. Solo travel isn't about always being happy, it's about pushing
yourself through physical and emotional hurdles to learn more about yourself
and the world. After my quick 3 hour hike I'm off to a city walking tour.
5/7/18
I haven’t written in a few days because I’ve been
busy/meeting people. I have to admit that I am just a slight bit nervous about
the next part of the journey. Overnight buses are new and I’m not sure what I’m
going to do when I arrive at my destination. I have 9 days left of travel, and
while the last 3 have been a blast I’m feeling my love for solo travel dwindle slowly. I’m feeling ready to settle down and quit traveling so much and yet, there are so many places left to
visit. So much to do with the one life I’ve been given.
10/7/18
I want it to be next year. And I hate counting down my days
like this….
11/7/18
True to form, I either write too
much or nothing at all. I’ve realized that my personal emotions are getting too
personal to share. So what else to write and share? I once suggested that a man
who worked in a hostel write about the people he met. People are one of the
main reasons I travel. And let me tell you, on this trip I have met some
interesting characters. I of course will not be writing about those I actually
spent time with or plan to stay in contact with in the future. Just the random
strangers I meet, have a brief encounter with, whether it be good or bad, who
cause you to think about life in a different way.
http://tiarasoutlawmaps.blogspot.com/2018/07/people-i-met-in-ukraine-moldova-and.html
I have to admit that it is really strange to leave a place
just as you feel like you are finding your funk.
15/7/18
I crave the mountains as we make our final decent over the
city. I know I won’t see them, it’s 4am and still pitch black, but I can see
lights that indicate higher ground. I feel them and it is enough. I am home.
And yet I’m leaving to go home in two days. And a year from now I will be
planning a move home to you. Who knew a word could have so many meanings, and
each one could be so equally important?
People I met in Ukraine, Moldova, and Romania
True to form, I either write too
much or nothing at all. I’ve realized that my personal emotions are getting too
personal to share. So what else to write and share? I once suggested that a man
who worked in a hostel write about the people he met. People are one of the
main reasons I travel. And let me tell you, on this trip I have met some
interesting characters. I of course will not be writing about those I actually
spent time with or plan to stay in contact with in the future. Just the random
strangers I meet, have a brief encounter with, whether it be good or bad, who
cause you to think about life in a different way.
Dude from Cali: So I’m
standing in the line to get a shwarma at 1:00 am on a Tuesday night/ Wednesday
morning. The guy in front of me is struggling to explain that he wants meat and
cheese. So I step in with my Russian: “Mojna sir I kuritza pazh-al-oosta.” The
guy asks where I’m from, because it’s clear I’m not local with my day pack out
at 1am. We start a conversation while we wait for our shwarma. And it turns out
he left for a 2 week long back packing trip to Thailand 5 years ago and just
hasn’t gone home. These people fascinate me, and I’m so jealous of their
extreme love for the journey and courage to face the constant unknown. He, also
marvels at my life. In the end he buys my shwarma to say thank you for the help
and is on his way.
Couchsurfing Dudes: I’m not sure
if you all know about couchsurfing, but it is an amazing app that brings
together travelers and locals to learn about culture and exchange travel tips.
I like it for when I’m feeling lonely, need a night out, and just haven’t met
anyone worthy of a whole beer worth of my time. I’ve had only good experiences
with it, though sometimes you can tell a guy is after something else. Which is
why I prefer large group meet ups.
I did not know what I was
getting myself into when I decided to organize a couchsurfing group of 6 to
meet in the middle of a busy square and find somewhere to watch the world cup
match. What I got: A student from Libya who graduated 6 months ago, but can’t
seem to face the idea of going home, a super nice Hungarian currently living in
Germany, an extreme partier from Amsterdam who has been out every night at the
hottest clubs in the city, a Japanese man who is super interested in obtaining
drugs and prostitutes. The rest are no shows. When the conversation turned to
how easy it was to pick up different girls in different countries I started to
get uncomfortable. Then it went to the cost of prostitutes. I tried to steer
the conversation, and the dude from Germany tried to help, but no luck. I knew
it was time to make myself disappear.
The guy who really hated
America: I was already sick of talking about American politics, and then this
guy appeared at the hostel. We started off just fine, talking about Romanian
wine and beer. Since he was from Slovakia,
I told him I had greatly enjoyed my time in his country and that I found the
Tatra mountains incredible.
“Oh really! But do you know what
America did to former Yugoslavia in the 90’s?”
I assume he is talking about the
Nato Bombings. “Yes, actually I taught Yugoslavian history. And I’ve visited
all the countries in former Yugoslavia and learned the history of each.”
“Really? So what did you do to
stop America from ruining us?”
“Um…..I wasn’t even 10 years
old.”
“So nothing then.”
“Okay. I need to use the
restroom.”
“Which restaurant did you say
had the craft beer?”
Yes indeed. A strange one.
A Ukrainian bus driver: I
decided to go find the Darth Vader Lenin statue. After some thorough research I
found the location and needed to hop the number 8 bus. I got to the location,
managed to flag the bus down and hopped on. However then the bus driver asked
me where I was going. I tried to say the name of the stop, but he laughed at my
horrible pronunciation, was shocked I was going that far out of the city, and
told me to have a seat. We then exchanged a conversation in broken Russian/
English in which he asked if I was Christian, my age, where I was from etc. He
kept looking in the rearview mirror and smiling at me. Then he asked if he
could be my boyfriend. After kindly declining he stopped the bus and urged me
to get out. I was pretty sure he was going to rape me, as I had been the only
person on the bus and we were now in the middle of nowhere. However he kindly
said, “No pay,” escorted me to the #3 trolley and directed me to get off in
“one, two, three stop.”
The dude from Michigan: I walked
into the hostel at about 11:00am after a night bus and a short 3 hour nap. This
guy immediately greeted me, so I assumed he was in charge in some way. I
noticed a bottle of vodka and a bottle of orange juice, both half gone. He
wasn’t in charge, however he did escort me to the correct place to check-in,
and then came to have a nice little chat about where I was coming from and what
I was doing. He was shocked to find out I was from Wisconsin and living abroad.
When I asked how long he had been in Moldova I assumed he would answer with a
number of days. However he responded that he was sort of stuck here, and I
asked why and he said Visa issues. He then proceeded to tell me that the reason
he left the states was really that he couldn’t manage to find any girls that
interested him there and that he wanted to fall in love. He explained that all
the girls seem to be of a certain political stand-point and that this caused
him to become interested in politics. Also, he was sick and could not afford
medication in the states. At this point my friend arrived to go to lunch, so I
told him goodbye. Later that evening when I returned, the bottle of vodka was
gone, and another was started. The next morning I awoke to him chugging back
water and prescription pills, while rubbing his head.
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