So who am I? To you, I'm a family member, a friend, an enemy (hopefully not, cause I don't wanna say anything compromising), a coworker, or just another faceless apparition in the blogosphere. You may not know me, and you know, that's just alright.
Regardless of what you think I am, what I think I am is confused. Sure, in the grand scheme of things, I suppose I have my life "together". I'm a junior at a midlevel liberal arts college, I write music and draw on a regular basis, I run and swim and play frisbee, and for the most part, enjoy a standard shenanigan as much as the next schmuck. I freakin love the concept of cooking, but probably because of the end result more than anything. What I'm CONFUSED about is where I am positioned in this exponentially grandiose and simultaneously shrinking planet we chill on. I feel like my entire life has been encapsulated, "bubbled", if you will. Bend, don't get me wrong, is a spectacular place to grow up; crime involves water balloon incidents and laundry hanging outside (actually true). Lewis and Clark is very similar; very safe, very sterile, very...very white washed.
Is this how the world lives? Surely there must be valid suffering, not just rich white kids whining about their parents running out of Grey Goose for the weekend. And if so, surely there must be true happiness that sprouts from such suffering? Right?
Okay, so I have to admit, I have been out of country. Twice. But it was Canada, B.C. and Montreal. Montreal was a bit surreal but it wasn't anything like France, like everyone said. And as for Vancouver, well I might as well have been in Seattle because the only noticeable difference was the change in license plates and a slight increase in dry humor.
So now, I have decided to go to Africa. Turn myself sideways, shake what is comfortable and knowledgeable out of my cranium, and take a breath of "new". The most appealing part is the most nerve racking as well: the unknown.
