EIGHT MONTHS IN AMERICA
Monday, May 9th, 2011My long saught-after dreams of being home have come true. And have I long grown tired of what I’d wished.
Eight months back in the USA.
I swore I’d never live in Jersey again. In 2006 I moved to Scottsdale, AZ, and didn’t look back. Then it was Korea and Europe. And last stop Bangkok for a bootcamp that didn’t pan out for reasons not relevent right now.
Sometimes I can’t believe I left Bangkok behind. Like BANGKOK. THAILAND. Like WHAT was I thinking?
ANd yet, nostalgia aside, I made the best decision I could at the time. To come home.
So after EIGHT agonizing months I’ve managed to lose twenty pounds and pass my ACE personal trainer exam. I suppose I’ve accomplished two major goals. Only at a snail’s pace which takes a lot of pride and pleasure out of the accomplishment.
I find myself disgusted with my limited progress and my procrastination. And with my lack of freedom. Home with my parents and no car is, for lack of a more perfect example, straight-up culture shock.
Determined to remain in NJ through most of 2012, my mind sometimes wanders out to CA and AZ. Even Australia. But most often to the adventures I’ve already had.
It blows my mind that I went from laying under yak blankets at the base of Mount Everest to living in the house I’d grown up in. And with no way of getting anywhere. Oh NJ Transit – have mercy!
I find myself reading my old blogs and thinking about how the grass is always greener. I hate that. Why can’t it just be green? Maybe one day it will be.
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