Right now I am that girl with my backpack strapped to the roof of a minivan. I am the girl who carries around toilet paper next to books and post cards in my bag. I am the girl who is learning to shower with a bucket, not set an alarm and be content with long bus rides and pushy locals. Right now I am a girl attempting to learn and utilize new languages, eat and interact with the locals and overall becoming comfortable on the move.
I am now at two weeks of moving. I’m still in country number one, navigating my way through lush, plentiful, working terraces and breathing in the beauty that surrounds me. It feels good, whole, natural. While my skin becomes more tan (relatively speaking of course), my backpacking packing skills improve, and my bartering skills increase, I am finding that this is just plain fun.
There are so many ways to live in the world. We are perceivers by nature, seeking understanding, growth and adjustment. Millions of moments, interactions and words make up our mindset, views and have formed whom we are. To step back and merely just observe is a hard thing to do. For as long as I remember I’ve practiced being a doer, seeing change, seeing opportunities and seizing them. That is not my role here. My role here is to see, embrace and love the reality that is life here. Not focus on minute differences that initially one might deem as wrong or questionable based on previous experiences alone. I am merely an observer and am finding a lover of all the similarities and differences. Sure with changing landscape, cuisine and even color of skin initially everything might appear polar opposite, but take a deep breath, settle in for a second and you’ll be surprised how little is difference there is after all.