True Confessions
of a travel worn chica
23.02.2006
37 °C
So I have a confession: I'm getting tired of travelling. Now, I'm not saying that I'm ready to come home, its just a phase I think. Just because I'm out in places that I normally would not be doesnt mean that my emotions won't go through the same things they normally do. I mean I'd get tired of what I was doing at home, but then I'd keep going and I'd soon be fine. I think it's the same thing. I think the biggest thing is that the pressures on me now are different than they were at home, so its just an adjustment. At home I had to fulfill my job requirements and pay bills and meet family expectations. Well now, I have even fewer responsibilities, sort of. However, now that I am away, when I feel moody and tired of looking at tourist attractions I feel guilty and obliged to see them anyway because of the expectations of others. There is the pressure in the idea that I am so lucky to be here and may never be here again and so many others may never be able to go here even though they really want to. So I feel I owe it to myself and everyone to make the most of every moment. And I dont think that is a completely unrealistic expectation, however, it's just not possible to feel excited at every moment. Ok that was my little rant, I'm better now. Dont know if that made any sense to anyone else. Anyway...so this is my last weekend pouring beer at my English pub job. Bittersweet I guess. Not because I'm so attatched to that place, its just nice to do something and earn some spending money, and it isnt a bad job either. I fly out to Sydney in a few days. And while I am not super excited about it at the moment, I will try my best to enjoy it. Thats all for todays entry in the cliff notes of my Gunglula.
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