The last two weeks were absolutely insane. Seriously. I sold the car back to the dealer and got a pretty good deal after some dramatics. I finished packing almost everything and was ready when my sister, Allison, and her boyfriend, Luke, came to Boston to help me move. We went to get the U-haul trailer and Luke was a champ driving that thing through the city. Continue reading
If you walked into my apartment right now, you would think I was a hoarder. For the last week and a half, I have had three big suitcases sitting on the floor of my apartment and even bigger piles of stuff laying inside them and around them. The piles keep growing as I find things I will “need”while I am in Quito. Continue reading
“I was a little excited but mostly blorft. “Blorft” is an adjective I just made up that means ‘Completely overwhelmed but proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to the stress with the torpor of a possum.’ I have been blorft every day for the past seven years.”
– Tina Fey in Bossypants.
Moving day is quickly approaching. And strangely enough, the closer it comes, the more ‘blorft’ I feel. Tina Fey’s quote could not be more apropos!
P.S. I had to look up what torpor means. Thank you, Tina Fey, for stretching my brain.
Before I came back to the US, I asked all of the my friends who went home before me, “So? What’s is like? What’s the hardest part about going back?” Everyone had something different to say. I didn’t get a really specific answer that resonated with me so I knew I just had to wait and see.So I’ve been back almost one week. Now I have my answers.
First and foremost, I miss my host family. When I first moved to Ecuador, I never thought I would get used to living with FIVE other nosy family members. I had lived alone for 20 Continue reading
There is a reason I haven’t updated this blog for such a long time. At the end of May, my father passed away and I wasn’t sure how to deal with it in terms of this blog. Was I supposed to include it, ignore it, or gloss over it? So I avoided the whole issue by not posting. This was not a great idea. I need to talk about it and I need to keep on living my life. So here goes…
I planned a trip to Buenos Aires, Argentina. I was going with Esteban. He was going on the trip to see Ecuador play Argentina in one of the MANY tournaments to win one of the MANY cups in South Continue reading