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|Sunday, July 24th, 2016|
|Somewhat lacking: camaraderie, excitement.
I know that life can't always be a non-stop rollercoaster, but I've been a little disappointed by the lack of romance in my life in Chile.
Well, both types of romance.
But even the romance of being in a foreign country, in a big city, and having other people in the same position as I am, seems to be missing. Like I thought I would have a crew, we would take time exploring, getting to know each other, being a team. Its not like people have been unfriendly, but I don't really spend a lot of time with people from work, and I haven't really felt a connection, where there are people I can depend on. And, I haven't really felt that "let's go" attitude here. Its one of the reasons why I feel like I am marking time, and not living life to its fullest.
|Sunday, July 17th, 2016|
|Another week gone by!
It has been another week gone here, quite surprisingly!
There are a lot of little victories in a week. For example, I bought an SD storage card for my phone, so I can now take more pictures and play WwF. That is pretty exciting!
Also this past week: I had my observation, and a meeting to discuss it, which went mostly well. I also found my visa paperwork was in order, and that I can move forward with it this week.
I also, kind of just because, ended up taking the #5 line to its end, where it meets with the #4 line in the south of the city. I didn't get out of the train (just yet), but I did see more of the city.
All of this is nice, but I do have to admit that it isn't exactly Strategic Transcendence. Like, for three months in a foreign country, I should have some more...extraordinary experiences? I haven't really gathered a circle of friends around me, either. Its cold out, I spend time indoors.
But I am also okay with that.
|Sunday, July 10th, 2016|
Remember a few weeks ago, well, maybe almost two months ago, where I mentioned that one of the many things going on here was that it was autumn?
Well, now it is winter, and despite my long time in Montana, its actually cold here. It doesn't rain, but a gloomy of blanket comes over the city and reduces everything to a chill. There isn't central heating or insulation and most buildings (including ours) have lots of windows. So it gets pretty cold! Together with the shorter daylight, it makes going outside a lot less fun.
I look forward to the weekend, but then on weekend days like today...I don't actually do much.
|Friday, July 8th, 2016|
|The day is going surprisingly well
I had a hard time sleeping last night, worried about what is happening in the United States. And then, when I have trouble sleeping, I start worrying about the next day, whether the next day is going to be terrible.
But I got up this morning and felt less terrible. I managed to fight the ever-ending battle against Chilean cruft, (they give a lot of receipts and stuff here), and catch up on the laundry that got delayed while our bathtub was clogged (the washer drains through the bathtub) this week. Then I am going to mop upstairs.
Okay, this isn't the action packed adventure of visiting a foreign country that people might have been hoping for, but...hey, every day that I manage to live in a foreign country, and do SOMETHING, feels like a success to me!
Also, my job is kind of ridiculous sometimes, because while I am living like a college student and worrying about my laundry, I am also working with the top level executives of some of the largest companies in the country (which are almost always branches of multinational corporations).
|Wednesday, July 6th, 2016|
|Saturday, July 2nd, 2016|
|An idea I have been entertaining
Right now, my thoughts are tied between two possibilities:
Part of me wants to continue on as a world traveler, teaching English in other countries, and getting to see the world.
Part of me really wants the most sedate small town Pacific Northwest life imaginable. Like I'm talking part time shelver at the library.
But I have been thinking of some type of compromise, in some ways made possible by a financial "windfall" I might be, in some ways, getting.
I have been considering, maybe just as a fantasy, getting a house somewhere in the Willamette Valley. Not just any house, but a double house, with a small out building. I could then rent out the larger house, and keep my belongings in the smaller building. I could then, when I wanted to, take a trip for a few months or a year to teach overseas, save up some money, and come back to live the sleepy Northwest life of long long long bicycle rides.
Here is one ad I saw on Craigslist for a situation I might like:http://salem.craigslist.org/reb/5597161733.html
(obviously this is just a theoretical idea right now, and I don't know how long the URL will stay there, but its indicative of what I am interested in).
I mean, that is a great deal. Its not like a quarter million is cheap, but for two houses and 3/4 of an acre, it seems pretty good!
|Tuesday, June 28th, 2016|
|I had a four day weekend
Well, I guess that isn't that interesting, since the normal weekend is already three days. Monday was the Dia de San Pedro y San Pablo, so we had that off.
A four day weekend can be immense here. I am changing so fast that I can do and see so much in that time, that its hard to remember what my emotions were like one week ago, or two weeks ago.
Friday I went for a long walk along a park that borders a canal. Saturday I tried, once again, to find the entrance to Cerro Manquehue. Monday I went to a new comuna, San Joaquin, to find where I was supposed to start a class today (but where I instead will be starting it Thursday). All of those experiences changed how I perceived my surroundings. They gave a type of expansiveness to it, gradually washing away the cloistered feeling that I felt throughout May.
So with all that said, who knows what will happen in the next week?
|Thursday, June 23rd, 2016|
|So much going on I don't know where to update
Sorry that I haven't updated in 12 days. Every time I think I have an update, something happens. Sometimes something big, sometimes something small, sometimes something good, sometimes something bad. There have been things that have made me feel great about myself, and things that have made me feel terrible. Two weekends ago, I had what I think was one of my first stable, happy times here. Last weekend, I was depressed and shaken. This weekend...looking forward to some fun.
Also, incredibly, I am one third of the way done with my time here. Or so. I have been here 9 weeks, and 18 more weeks is about...four months? Okay, a little less than third. I don't really even understand myself in the first month, it seems like such a jumbled chaotic time. I didn't even know how to use grocery stores. It was, I think, two weeks ago that I bought a pair of Cherokee corduroy pants from a store that sold them for under 20 dollars. All these little things, having sunglasses and a cap, etcetera, are what built me up. I might actually be able to take on the world around me.
My job is going well, or as well as can be expected. It still has a mixture of periods of boredom with periods of stress. I feel that I am doing something important, though.
There is still so many things I need to, want to do. My Spanish has barely moved along since I have been here. I haven't really left Santiago, and really have only been in one area of Santiago. I haven't made friends and socialized as much as I would wish. There is still a lot left to do.
|Saturday, June 11th, 2016|
|Walking out of the city
For the last two weeks, my plan was to walk out of the city. Things, however, came up. (As mentioned)
Santiago actually stops pretty suddenly, at least along its eastern edge. The eastern comunes are a bit less dense then the central city, but they are still recognizably "city" up until they hit the scrubby sides of the Andes.
But from looking at a map, I decided to go and see what the eastern most comune, Lo Barnechea, was like. The journey might have shifted locations, but it reminded me of so many other walks to supposedly unspectacular parts I have taken since I was a teenager. I even had a diet Coke and SuperOcho (2.0) as I follow streets that turn back on themselves and have adequate sidewalks.
And finally, after an hour or so of walking, I get here
And then, it is all worth it!
What other fun activities do I have planned for the weekend...I guess it will be seen.
|Monday, June 6th, 2016|
|Bad weekend magic
Through some type of bad luck, my last three weekends here have always had some type of negative stuff going on that has stopped me from enjoying them. This time, it was getting a cold that has left me with a bad cough.
I also think that without work to keep me busy, a lot of the underlying stress comes out.
Kind of in general, the challenge right now is to be more busy, but not busy in a way that leads me exhausted.
|Wednesday, June 1st, 2016|
|I stopped counting the days and weeks
A few days ago, I momentarily lost track of how long I had been here. I know that answer now: six weeks ago, today, I was in Panama waiting for my plane.
After my initial experience here, and the overwhelming feeling of desolation and being lost, it seemed so natural to focus on that wall, how the thinnest membrane of time separated a warm experience from a chaotic and empty one. "A week ago, I was walking along Trinidad Beach". But as each thing I did became more normal, I adjusted to being here, and the weeks have flown by. The first few days here were marked by big milestones as I regained my belongings and my bearings, and learned new skills (It was after only 72 hours in the country that I took my first bus), but now I am starting to forget whether something happened in week four or week five.
So this is my new normal, that is good, right?
|Monday, May 30th, 2016|
|Its always raining or foggy when I do this...
Every time I have gone on a walk, it seems to be a cloudy, foggy or smoggy day.
This Sunday, I climbed up to the top of Cerro San Lucia, a hill in the middle of Santiago. I got this view from the top.
The hill itself is an urban park that was crowded and well-travelled. There was some nice architecture and greenery, but it wasn't the type of park that I am used to in the Pacific Northwest.
One thing that I am often short of here is a sense of expansiveness, both in space and mentally. There isn't many places where I can get outside and feel that I am free, not like in the Portland area where it was a short bus ride to places where I felt like I was mostly having a natural experience. Here, both my time and my space are much more crowded.
|Tuesday, May 24th, 2016|
|Lost in the mix: it is autumn.
One thing that I haven't mentioned too much during my discussion of my time in Chile is that it is autumn. The magic of the southern hemisphere.
What autumn means here is a little hard to pin down though. Santiago is at 33 degrees S, the same latitude as Los Angeles, which means its climate and amount of daylight don't vary a lot across the year. But it is also at (least) 1700 feet, surrounded by mountains, so there can be sudden periods of...chillyness. The trees that line the street, mostly European imports that are drought-resistant, are slowly losing their leaves. We had daylight savings time, so now it gets dark around 6. The solstice is a few weeks away. Along with my other feelings, I am starting to feel a little winter blues as the hours of daylight decrease. But of course, not that much, because its not grey and rainy, and the days aren't that short, and in a few weeks, the days will get longer.
|Thursday, May 19th, 2016|
|If this was something in a desk drawer...
This is, so far, one of the best pictures I have taken of Santiago.
I like it because the city looks vast, but also almost cuddly, wrapped up in the mountains. This is the type of thing, that if you could open your desk drawer and there was this magically little panorama of the city, it would seem just about perfect. And from a distance, that is what it seemed like, this would be my American life, only with options for novelty that I didn't have. But of course, I can't just slide this shut and go back to my life, I am not quite as removed, and this is not just a backdrop.
|Not Chile related (for once)
Ahead: talk of gender relations.
One thing I've just been thinking of the past few weeks is the belief that women are more open to, and interested in, discussing their emotions and feelings. Although I think I've been pretty critical about the many gender stereotypes I've received over the years, its only been in the past few weeks that I've thought about the oft-repeated stereotype that women are emotionally open.
I've just noticed recently how many women I know are cagey and evasive about how they feel, and don't seem to want to discuss it. And this isn't just because they might not want to discuss it with me, like these aren't women who are kind of keeping their distance from me. (Well, some of them are). I've just realized that even with women I work with or are friends with, its often hard to read how they really feel about things.
I don't find discussing my emotions to be a difficult thing. I am open to discussing my own negative emotions (and I have a lot of those), and in general, I like to keep open to my emotions because they are my door to the world. With other men my age, talking about our emotions also seems to be pretty easy. But when I try to have a conversation about emotions with a woman, a wall comes up.
|Tuesday, May 17th, 2016|
|"One more straw" comes further and further apart.
During the first few days here, most of my daily activity was just to gain the materials needed for survival. Some of the things I was waiting for, I needed just to leave the country. I was stuck here. But I made the decision to stay.
And since then, I think more and more about "what do I want/need to do today?", and as time goes on these questions have become more manageable and mundane. I have to admit, though, sometimes I hit an energy wall, and don't know what to do next. Sometimes I think about what it would take for me to really pack up and quit...right now, I think the only things that could do that are another assault or theft, having my housing situation go untenable, or losing my job. Or just having this whole adventure become too expensive for me. But I think most things that are going to come up are easy for me to deal with. But some days, yes, instead of feeling like I am on an adventure, I feel like I am on a treadmill.
|Friday, May 13th, 2016|
|Ask me questions about Chile
I don't know what to say, because I notice little things that might not interest everyone. So here is just a post where you can ask me questions about Chile and I will respond.
|My filter is back on
It was 15 days ago that I had what was the nadir of my experience here. That was my seventh day here, my first full day in this apartment, and after the initial "WTF?" of my rough arrival was over. And I was just staring out the window, thinking "six months of this?" and I couldn't believe what I had gotten myself into.
One of the things I've read about homesickness it that it deals with feelings of powerlessness and uncertainty. Its not so much that we miss home, as that we miss the security of home.
The other side of that, and one I am realizing now, that one of the hardest parts of being in a new place is our filter is off. This is especially the case if (like me), we have something happens to us that makes us more scared and vigilant. But the first week or so, I had to totally reorient myself to a new place. It was the first time in a long time that I was able to get lost. The streets ran at odd angles. The usage of space was different. I couldn't shut off that feeling. It was exhausting.
But now, a few weeks in, having gotten used to the metro and knowing where things are located, and having my house where I've started to feel at home, and in general with my filter reasserting itself, where I don't constantly notice everything around me...and that makes the days go by quicker. I am three weeks in here. Not that I am counting the days until my return, but I've made it through 10% of my time here, more or less.
So that is where I am right now.
|Tuesday, May 10th, 2016|
I taught my first class today.
That was why I am here.
Afterwards, feeling so good I walked home from Manquehue.
|Wednesday, May 4th, 2016|
|This is almost normal
Right now it is about 14 days to the hour since I landed. Exponential math plays a roll here again: the first three days seem like a whirlwind of emotions and activity, both full of detail and also compressed into a blur. Since I've moved into my apartment, things have taken on a routine of sorts. Despite lingering anxiety and discomfort, I kind of live my life by a schedule now. There is a routine in getting cookies and reading NBA stories on my phone.
So that is my report for now---I will post more about the country in upcoming entries.
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