I'm sitting in my sister's basement freezing my bum off right now. Apparently they have no heating down here. Takes me back to last year in Armenia when I looked forward to rushing home to turn on my personal heater, curling up right next to it in a blanket and making out the English in movies on Armenia TV dubbed over in Russian. Only here, I can just go upstairs to the guest room and relax. And when I get back to Boston, I can blast the heat and not pay a dime for it... one of the perks of my apartment.
It just occurred to me that it was over a year ago when I made my temporary move to Armenia. So much has changed since then. I have changed. Until I received an offer to go to Armenia, I had a pretty good idea of what my life was going to look like from then on. I would jump around a bit from job to job until I found the right one. Maybe find a nice husband, buy a house in Watertown, have some kids and do some cool things along the way. One of the reasons I chose to go to Armenia was to challenge that. I wasn't ready yet to determine my future.
Needless to say, I made the right move to turn my life up-side-down. I hopped back and forth from Armenia to DC to Boston to LA to Armenia, stayed in odd places everywhere, met some bizarre people along the way, had some unique opportunities fall in my lap and it all led me back to this point. I'm living in Boston again, bouncing around from city to city, not finding steady work, meeting odd people and no sure what I will be doing, where I will live, who I will meet and where I will end up a month from now. This was my biggest fear a year ago. When I just arrived in Armenia last year, I had some regrets about throwing away a stable life to float for a year and not have a real home. It was frightening... not having one or two people to stick to, not knowing where I'd end up. Now that I'm still not sure where I'll be next month, next year, for the rest of my life, it sure is nice.
I am lucky. I have one constant thing in my life: my family. My parents will always be there with a home waiting for me. I'll always know how to find my sister when I need to. The rest doesn't matter anymore. As quick as life has changed for me, it could happen again. That now means to me one thing... I never have to be satisfied with all I've done.
The last two weeks was an unexpected adventure. I saw Ararat 3 times in 3 different cities, I met interesting people in LA, had a ball at the Music Awards, at like a pig and had a ball with my family. Some could look at me and say I've gotten nowhere and have accomplished nothing. Some could say I've done more than my peers. (I've heard plenty of both lately). Aah, I really don't care anymore. What interests me is what's to do next. I'm lucky enough to know I can take a jump and I'll always have a safety net.
PS... Ara, I heard about the WOW! Thank you and I hope you are keeping warm this winter. Haro, I don't know, you tell me when you're going back.
It just occurred to me that it was over a year ago when I made my temporary move to Armenia. So much has changed since then. I have changed. Until I received an offer to go to Armenia, I had a pretty good idea of what my life was going to look like from then on. I would jump around a bit from job to job until I found the right one. Maybe find a nice husband, buy a house in Watertown, have some kids and do some cool things along the way. One of the reasons I chose to go to Armenia was to challenge that. I wasn't ready yet to determine my future.
Needless to say, I made the right move to turn my life up-side-down. I hopped back and forth from Armenia to DC to Boston to LA to Armenia, stayed in odd places everywhere, met some bizarre people along the way, had some unique opportunities fall in my lap and it all led me back to this point. I'm living in Boston again, bouncing around from city to city, not finding steady work, meeting odd people and no sure what I will be doing, where I will live, who I will meet and where I will end up a month from now. This was my biggest fear a year ago. When I just arrived in Armenia last year, I had some regrets about throwing away a stable life to float for a year and not have a real home. It was frightening... not having one or two people to stick to, not knowing where I'd end up. Now that I'm still not sure where I'll be next month, next year, for the rest of my life, it sure is nice.
I am lucky. I have one constant thing in my life: my family. My parents will always be there with a home waiting for me. I'll always know how to find my sister when I need to. The rest doesn't matter anymore. As quick as life has changed for me, it could happen again. That now means to me one thing... I never have to be satisfied with all I've done.
The last two weeks was an unexpected adventure. I saw Ararat 3 times in 3 different cities, I met interesting people in LA, had a ball at the Music Awards, at like a pig and had a ball with my family. Some could look at me and say I've gotten nowhere and have accomplished nothing. Some could say I've done more than my peers. (I've heard plenty of both lately). Aah, I really don't care anymore. What interests me is what's to do next. I'm lucky enough to know I can take a jump and I'll always have a safety net.
PS... Ara, I heard about the WOW! Thank you and I hope you are keeping warm this winter. Haro, I don't know, you tell me when you're going back.
posted by Arsineh at 9:24 AM
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