You try staying in one place after being lucky enough to live in India for a year. Now, try staying in that one place for two years, without major opportunities to throw yourself out of your comfort zone and experience dramatically different cultures. Sure, where you're at is nice. The city is nice and your friends are awesome. Your family is supportive and your apartment is cheap. Your job is challenging, even enjoyable. You really have no right to complain.
...But you do. You know deep down there's more to the world than a daily routine, more than just waiting to meet the right person, more than just being a "twenty-something." More than Facebook, than Twitter, than the petty concerns of everyday life. You find yourself wondering why you're complaining about stupid things that you realize are stupid, but you're caught up in the every day and you just feel stuck.
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| Cliche: "more than this provincial life." I'm all about the Beauty & the Beast references. |
Fortunately, I'm not alone in these emotions and so, after half-joking conversations about hopping a plane to Nicaragua, a friend and I looked at each other and said, "let's actually do it." And we did.
Story to follow.
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