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|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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|Friday, April 29th, 2016|
|Today was my first happy day
Today was my first happy day. Not totally without worry and depression, but a day when I enjoyed things without thinking "oh shit". I got wired money to pay my rent and now I feel like I really belong here. I also have enough money to walk around and buy food.
I found a roommate almost miraculously and having someone to live with makes me feel useful again. Like I am not a beggar or a hanger on carrying scraps of paper around in a plastic bag. I am part of things. I can observe and appreciate the culture around me without being afraid. I can well and truly begin to do what I was supposed to do.
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|Tuesday, April 26th, 2016|
|Four complete days
Its been four complete days since I updated, and in that time, I wouldn't even know where to begin to describe the emotional ups and downs that I have had. The good news is, every day that I have been here, I have gained back some of my needed things (including my credit cards and passport) and learned a new skill (I've been riding the bus and not getting lost)
On the other hand, I've had some pretty tremendous bouts of just feeling incredibly lost and homesick and scared and worried and just wanting to run away. I also haven't really honestly worked out which of my feelings are adaptive, telling me real things about my situation, and which are reactive, just me being scared and wanting to go back to feeling "normal".
|Friday, April 22nd, 2016|
|This is only the second day, but much better
You know sometimes you wake up from a nightmare, and you have that happy time when you shake yourself awake, and think "its not really that bad"
Well, I´ve had that, only instead of that I am like "yeah, that really happened, and is still happening"
Okay, but lets not think about that too much. Because I also have the power to actually do things.
Today I saw the side of Chile that I wanted to see. I walked down Providencia, and visited the Parque Metropolitan, a large park built on a series of hills. I visited the bohemian neighborhoods of Santiago like Bellavista, and got to see people living their lives, got to experience some of the energy. It certainly recharged me, at least for a while! Being up on the hill also helped me get away from Santiago´s tumult, and it was nice to be somewhere without voices. Not of, course, that I mind the voices, but it was nice to be in nature, without the constant reminder of what a wall to understanding that the voices can be.
Hmm...I guess this doesn´t sound as optimistic as I thought it would at first. The days kind of cycle, (all two of them), and sometimes it is energy and optimism, other times it is "well, what now"
I guess I am just going to take this one day at a time.
|Thursday, April 21st, 2016|
|Big updates on Chile
First thing, I am safe. And staying at a comfortable home.
But, my first experience in Chile, getting out of the taxi from the airport, was being mugged by a group of five people, who stole everything. My luggage, my laptop, my wallet, my backpack, my clothing. I then spent three surreal hours with Chillean police officers who were very kind and helpful but who didn´t speak much English. I was lying wrapped up in a pink blanket across three uncomfortable plastic chairs in the Providencia Police station when my employer showed up to take me away, and I am now staying with him.
This is...well, I guess one thing is, its really easy for me to look back at how I was thinking 24 hours ago, when I still had everything, and think that if I had done one thing different, I would be without a care now (Although, of course I would have cares). Time is a continuum, but not a good one. And a big part of it is second-guessing myself. But apparently this is a rate thing, and I just happened to...have bad luck.
I hope I have better luck going forward.
I will keep you all posted.
(I was loaned a laptop to use)
|Wednesday, April 20th, 2016|
The seven hours I am spending in Panama seem to tell me a lot more about me than they do about Panama (especially since probably at least half the people here aren't Panamanian).
Airports are the same the world over, and the biggest difference here is that it's even more expensive than San Francisco Airport. Which causes some grumbling on my part, in both my stomach and the mind.
It's pretty modern, but I can see some crumbling of the facade, sometimes literally. There is a bright plaster mark on the wall right in front of me.
And what this says about me is that there are understandable limits to my engagement. I am in a new country for the first time since 2003, but mostly I want now is to get somewhere where I can sleep for real and go to a grocery store.
More updates to come.
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|Tuesday, April 19th, 2016|
I'm at SFO where I am currently sitting on a little booth with faux marble and electricity, and dealing with the fact that my airline counter didn't open on time and that my cellphone tried to update all my apps as soon as it sniffed wi-fi
Also I'm at 28% battery life which is slowly going up.
So, the point is, lots of little things to nettle me.
And a lot of big things to think about.
Okay going to go check on the Copa Counter
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|Sunday, April 17th, 2016|
|Hurry up and wait
At another time, the week or so I've been in Arcata would be a great vacation, and I would be making the best of it, and getting ready to return home refreshed and full of visions that would make my "normal life" seem more interesting. This was what it used to be like in Hamilton, even when I went to somewhere as near as Missoula. But now Arcata is just another small American city, a rest stop before the real adventure begins.
And mostly what I've done is hurry up and wait. There is tickling anxiety, of course, sometimes over something like how many pairs of socks I should carry. I do have the feeling of paper work left undone, of the scattered elements of my life that have gradually been winnowed after the past...five moves? being in a state of lack, or of having the wrong thing. I play a lot of "Killbots"
So that is me right now, waiting. Soon enough, there will be updates about things other than waiting.
|Thursday, April 14th, 2016|
|I still have this for me:
I've changed a lot in the past few years, to the point that sometimes its hard for me to understand myself as I was in 2008 or 2012. But then some parts seem to stay the same. The long walks down nameless country roads that were so important to me as a teenager, listening to Neil Young songs, are still something that seems to appeal to something in my core. Such was it this Monday, a long two days ago, when I got in a nice walking trance and walked the six miles from Arcata to McKinleyville, a walk that went from the dreary suburban outskirts of Arcata through the pretty country roads to the...also surprisingly big non-town of McKinleyville. A lot to look at and think about.
And its hard to type on this keyboard, so...
|Wednesday, April 13th, 2016|
|The end of Homestuck
So the final chapter of Homestuck was finished tonight, after a seven year run.
(What is Homestuck? Something that started out as a webcomic, and ended up as a multimedia work, infamous for its length, complexity and shaggy dog stories)
I started reading Homestuck in late 2012, in a motel room in Brookings, and the fatalistic, complicated nature of Homestuck was a counterpoint for the beginning of 2013, a year that saw me broken down in almost every way. Also, an ironic title given that 2013 would herald the beginning of an almost constant state of moving and being away from home.
Homestuck really is where my life took a turn, or at least it appeared and seemed to symbolize the turn that my life was fated to take. And now it ends just as I am departing again, on another adventure...but one that I am much better equipped to understand.
|Sunday, April 10th, 2016|
|I'm getting a lot of practice at moving
The upcoming move still seems rather unreal, but that is somewhat altered by how unreal the entire year has been. This trip to Arcata is my fourth "move" this year, and its only April. Its somewhat inexplicable that I've found myself in Tacoma and Arcata, so why should a move to Chile be so incredible?
My time in Arcata, so far, which has been all of 48 hours, has been pretty good. Despite some of the things that make Arcata less than perfect, I am with my family now. And despite the past anxieties associated with that, I am finally home.
...for another less-than-ten days.
|Thursday, April 7th, 2016|
|Another last day
Its my last day in Vancouver. In a few hours, I will be packing up and moving on. Less than two, actually.
I've had a lot of last days this year. There was my last day at my father's house. There was my last day here in Rosemere before going up to Vancouver. On the CELTA, there were four last days in a row: my last day teaching, the last full day of class, graduation/parting day, the day I left Tacoma. And now here is one more. And there will be one more coming, when I leave the US.
I am kind of beyond the point of wanting to give everywhere and every time a sentimental send-off. The rush of experiences that I've had since I first stepped off a moving fan on a bright July day last year won't be given a neat little bow, as I prepare to leave the Portland area for a long while.
|Sunday, April 3rd, 2016|
|Spinning my wheels (but that isn't a bad thing)
I haven't updated in a while, and since that...not updating, things have been proceeding. I now have train tickets to California, and tickets to fly from San Francisco, to Panama, to Santiago. All these things are done deals. It seems simple enough, people do this all the time. Yet it still seems incredible for me.
I walk the streets of Vancouver, in the spring, and it seems like this will just be forever, I'm bored and I want to get out, and I am leaving here in four days (Thursday afternoon), but it still feels like forever. This desk, this computer, my mass of papers on the bookcase that isn't mine, the clothing balled up between the bedframe and the wall, the stale cookies in the cupboard, the routine of taking Lucy for a walk, watching Star Trek voyager, checking my phone in the morning, all of it seems like ti will go forever, even though I know in a few weeks my life will be something I can't even imagine.