hi. anyone still there? I know I’ve been a bad blogger. but I won’t throw excuses at you. no “I haven’t had time.” or “I’m so busy.” in fact, “I’m so busy” has been one of my biggest pet peeves since college. ask a college student how they are, and 9 times out of 10 you’ll hear, “I’m so busy.” guess what? we’re ALL busy. deal with it.
did I ever actually say this? no. think it? all the time.
so I won’t pull that lame excuse with you. because surely if I have time to keep up with the bachelorette, I have time to write a blog. oddly enough, I’ve found time to START many blogs. my drafts folder is full of untold stories. dating back to april. when I consciously experienced my first earthquake. and survived to tell the tale. there’s one about meeting my adorable cousin in philadelphia. and a couple about my trip to new york. where my college roomie and I sweltered in the heat and discovered the best breakfast deal in town. then there’s one about two of my little brothers, who I can no longer call little in the literal sense of the word. as of last month they can both legally operate motorized vehicles. how did this happen?
in short, last month I criss-crossed the country and barely wrote (or finished writing) a word about it. I came back to LA still yearning to travel. in fact, in the past month I’ve been talking a lot about needing to go somewhere and feel something. not a regular vacation. an experience.
I checked out fodors and lonely planet books from the library on Africa, India, and Italy. Africa is a place I’ve always wanted to go. for as long as I can remember. India has become an interest of mine through yoga. and Italy? what can I say? the food sounds amazing. did I say food? I meant history. right, history.
I started looking into birthright trips to Israel and plotting a way to fuse these many adventures together. in the meantime, I began reading eat, pray, love, unaware that the author’s journey included two of my dream places. in the book, she quotes the Bhagavad Gita, a Hindu scripture, which says:
“it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else’s life with perfection.”
if I were to tattoo something on my forehead, that would be it.
but I digress. I started devouring these travel books, exploring volunteer options, and soliciting flight costs from numerous websites. I was in my own little dream travel bubble. or so I thought.
I nanny for a lovely family. the odd connections and coincidences (or are there no coincidences?) of our chance meeting could fill a whole other blog post. they are in the process of an international adoption. and last week they asked me to travel with them. to ETHIOPIA.
I spent the past month searching for an opportunity, and one was laid out right in front of me. like the universe was listening.
the next day, thirsting for information, I grabbed my Africa travel book and opened it up to the Ethiopia chapter. The introductory paragraph reads:
“testing, awe-inspiring and heartbreaking – a journey you’ll never forget. you don’t explore Ethiopia for a relaxing getaway, you venture here to be moved. and moved you shall be.”