Funemployment Adventures

     Well I suppose I would like to think I am going on adventures, but alas, life has caught up with me and it is time to get back to business. There is really nothing too 'fun' about funemployment, now that my money has dwindled down to a few pennies and my travel days are over. However, I've chosen to use the word in order to make what is going to be inevitably painful less so.

     Well I suppose I would like to think I am going on adventures, but alas, life has caught up with me and it is time to get back to business. There is really nothing too 'fun' about funemployment, now that my money has dwindled down to a few pennies and my travel days are over. However, I've chosen to use the word in order to make what is going to be inevitably painful less so.

     Well I suppose I would like to think I am going on adventures, but alas, life has caught up with me and it is time to get back to business. There is really nothing too 'fun' about funemployment, now that my money has dwindled down to a few pennies and my travel days are over. However, I've chosen to use the word in order to make what is going to be inevitably painful less so.

     Well I suppose I would like to think I am going on adventures, but alas, life has caught up with me and it is time to get back to business. There is really nothing too 'fun' about funemployment, now that my money has dwindled down to a few pennies and my travel days are over. However, I've chosen to use the word in order to make what is going to be inevitably painful less so.

Happy Birthday Brother B!!!

     Before I get started I'd like to just give a huge shout out to my brother, whom I frequently refer to as 'Broseph.' It's his big 2-1 today!!! It makes me feel pretty old, but I'm happy we can finally chill at bars together. Since I'm leaving the country today I decided to buy him tickets to the Great American Beer Festival in Denver this fall. I really owe him a killer gift and I figured it would be a great way to see him when I get home! So happy birthday to you B!!! Please don't forget to keep a shop-vac handy for your party (most people are not supposed to get this reference).

     So this morning was a total waterworks show. I was not ready for it, and I did not expect it. Don't get me wrong, I knew I would cry at some point, but not on and off all morning. I'm not one to cry a lot, but I'm leaving for quite some time. The ticket from Denver to Malaysia (although I was blessed with a freebie from my dad, thank you very much Dad) my boyfriend is not. Private law school, despite a significant scholarship, still costs lots and lots of money. It just isn't in the cards. I wasn't expecting him to visit, but that didn't stop me from telling him to just say screw it and come with me this morning. I felt a lot of guilt this morning. It is my fault we are apart for the summer. He obviously doesn't blame me, and it was odd because I never had those feelings before. However, I have to do what's best for my education. I would support him fully if he were making the same choice, just as he supports me. Plus, as a 20 something living in America these days, it's really the economy's fault anyway.

     It's really been a rough morning. I lost it when my dog jumped on the bed and wedged herself between us for one last snuggle. You could tell when we got to the airport (which was an enormous CF...they closed the main exit down to the airport...and we were stuck behind some of the WORST drivers I have ever seen in CO) that she was pretty upset. She knows when something big is about to happen, she gave me kisses to lick up all my salty tears. MB was freaking out because he thought I would miss my flight. Luckily the west coast is experiencing some weather delays, so I made it here with plenty of time to spare. Of course I cried at the airport and some a-hole police man on a bike (seriously, if someone were to really start trouble here, what is your lame little street bike going to do?) told us to 'wrap it up and move on,' I almost snapped at him, but then thought about how un-fun it is to be detained in airport jail. Or how un-fun it would be to explain to my parents why I missed my expensive flight across the ocean. I really am going to miss the BF. I don't think the internet is an appropriate forum to divulge about my personal relationships, plus I think it's annoying to rub it in other peoples' faces so I'll refrain from further comment.

     Today is turning out to be a little more rough emotionally than I expected. All of my excitement vanished last night and was replaced by sadness. I've never felt 'sad' to travel. Scared, anxious, nervous? Yes. Sad? No. I feel a lot better now that I'm at the airport. Airports are pretty funny places. They are depressing, exciting, annoying, and yet they comfort me. I've been to so many airports, traveled on countless planes. Although I think it's sad that you literally have to be cavity searched to get on a plane these days (although obviously I'd rather have that than some type of disaster...I've got nothing to hide), there is something about being in an airport that is finalizing. You are leaving. You are going home. You are stuck. You are on the go. There is an absolute quality about it. I find it calming. Most people find it stressful. My dad likes to freak out in airports. I take traveling especially multi-day commutes as a time where it is best to just roll with the punches and deal with it.

     I am not looking forward to LAX. Please excuse today's negativity, but it should come as no surprise. I will be sad, then anxious, then knocked out by Nyquil, then super freaked out for about 2 hours upon arrival, then at peace. Anyways, LAX is quite easily one of my least favorite places. It's what I would imagine some place like Lagos being like except with more concrete. Basically, one enormous CF. I've been there all hours of the day, always traffic. You walk outside and literally might get carbon monoxide poisoning. No one speaks English, which is always interesting because you are in America. You hear various Asian, Middle Eastern, Latin and South American, and the occasional European languages more frequently than you will hear your own. People drive like morons, act like morons, and baggage claim (esp the Southwest terminal) is like a root canal. Long, slow, and unorganized. Awesome. Fortunately there is an In-n-Out not too far away so I'll be stopping there for some grub and fresh(-er) air. The best part about today is the fact that I not only get to go through baggage claim, but I then get to come in for the late night shift and go through the international terminal. Last time I was smashed between a flight leaving for Guadalajara and my flight to Beijing. My Beijing flight was both cute and annoying, as there were about 50 school children on my flight. For whatever reason the fact that it was 1:45am did not seem to phase them. Although they looked so cute in their sweat pant uniforms and Mickey Mouse hats. It was quite a funny flight because I sat next to a lady from Costa Rica heading to China. She spoke no English and the Spanish I know is not particularly helpful for everyday conversation. I have decided to learn Spanish on my own next year. It's kind of like America's new second language. I'm one of the few west coast kids who doesn't know a significant amount.

     Exactly one year ago I was flying over the Pacific on my way back from Asia. The world felt extremely small to me that day. After deciding to abandon my trip 3 days prior I was magically back in America (read: Business class on Korean Air = best way to travel by plane...especially post hospital). I felt defeated on that day. I felt as if I had failed to accomplish what I left to accomplish. It took me a while to realize that I accomplished something more than what I set out to accomplish. As I set out again, I have things I want to accomplish, but I have more room to accept the things I wasn't planning on finding.

     I would like to end this post on a high note. When I say I blame myself or the economy I'm mainly talking about the fact that I chose to leave the country to find work because there is very little (read: none) here in the States. I realize this is my choice. I don't regret anything I do, because you will always learn something even if it turns out you had the worst idea ever. The journey and the people you take with you are what makes you who you are. I am excited overall to be going to Malaysia. I am eternally grateful for such a unique opportunity. However, when I decided to start this blog, I decided that it is just as important to share my other-than-happy thoughts. If I didn't it wouldn't be a complete story. The past few days have been about saying goodbye. 90% of the time (...every time...), goodbyes are not easy and goodbyes do not incite feelings of awesomeness. They are a simple reminder of your love for others and your own mortality. I will always have my friends and family in my heart (and the pictures on my wall) while I am away. I know that. I'm glad for this opportunity to grow.


     "The best journeys are the ones that answer questions that when you set out you never even thought to ask." - Anonymous

Cheers US of A!

-M

PS. I think this goes without saying, but I've gotta board and didn't have a chance to read through and correct any awkward sentences. My apologies.
  

     Before I get started I'd like to just give a huge shout out to my brother, whom I frequently refer to as 'Broseph.' It's his big 2-1 today!!! It makes me feel pretty old, but I'm happy we can finally chill at bars together. Since I'm leaving the country today I decided to buy him tickets to the Great American Beer Festival in Denver this fall. I really owe him a killer gift and I figured it would be a great way to see him when I get home! So happy birthday to you B!!! Please don't forget to keep a shop-vac handy for your party (most people are not supposed to get this reference).

     So this morning was a total waterworks show. I was not ready for it, and I did not expect it. Don't get me wrong, I knew I would cry at some point, but not on and off all morning. I'm not one to cry a lot, but I'm leaving for quite some time. The ticket from Denver to Malaysia (although I was blessed with a freebie from my dad, thank you very much Dad) my boyfriend is not. Private law school, despite a significant scholarship, still costs lots and lots of money. It just isn't in the cards. I wasn't expecting him to visit, but that didn't stop me from telling him to just say screw it and come with me this morning. I felt a lot of guilt this morning. It is my fault we are apart for the summer. He obviously doesn't blame me, and it was odd because I never had those feelings before. However, I have to do what's best for my education. I would support him fully if he were making the same choice, just as he supports me. Plus, as a 20 something living in America these days, it's really the economy's fault anyway.

     It's really been a rough morning. I lost it when my dog jumped on the bed and wedged herself between us for one last snuggle. You could tell when we got to the airport (which was an enormous CF...they closed the main exit down to the airport...and we were stuck behind some of the WORST drivers I have ever seen in CO) that she was pretty upset. She knows when something big is about to happen, she gave me kisses to lick up all my salty tears. MB was freaking out because he thought I would miss my flight. Luckily the west coast is experiencing some weather delays, so I made it here with plenty of time to spare. Of course I cried at the airport and some a-hole police man on a bike (seriously, if someone were to really start trouble here, what is your lame little street bike going to do?) told us to 'wrap it up and move on,' I almost snapped at him, but then thought about how un-fun it is to be detained in airport jail. Or how un-fun it would be to explain to my parents why I missed my expensive flight across the ocean. I really am going to miss the BF. I don't think the internet is an appropriate forum to divulge about my personal relationships, plus I think it's annoying to rub it in other peoples' faces so I'll refrain from further comment.

     Today is turning out to be a little more rough emotionally than I expected. All of my excitement vanished last night and was replaced by sadness. I've never felt 'sad' to travel. Scared, anxious, nervous? Yes. Sad? No. I feel a lot better now that I'm at the airport. Airports are pretty funny places. They are depressing, exciting, annoying, and yet they comfort me. I've been to so many airports, traveled on countless planes. Although I think it's sad that you literally have to be cavity searched to get on a plane these days (although obviously I'd rather have that than some type of disaster...I've got nothing to hide), there is something about being in an airport that is finalizing. You are leaving. You are going home. You are stuck. You are on the go. There is an absolute quality about it. I find it calming. Most people find it stressful. My dad likes to freak out in airports. I take traveling especially multi-day commutes as a time where it is best to just roll with the punches and deal with it.

     I am not looking forward to LAX. Please excuse today's negativity, but it should come as no surprise. I will be sad, then anxious, then knocked out by Nyquil, then super freaked out for about 2 hours upon arrival, then at peace. Anyways, LAX is quite easily one of my least favorite places. It's what I would imagine some place like Lagos being like except with more concrete. Basically, one enormous CF. I've been there all hours of the day, always traffic. You walk outside and literally might get carbon monoxide poisoning. No one speaks English, which is always interesting because you are in America. You hear various Asian, Middle Eastern, Latin and South American, and the occasional European languages more frequently than you will hear your own. People drive like morons, act like morons, and baggage claim (esp the Southwest terminal) is like a root canal. Long, slow, and unorganized. Awesome. Fortunately there is an In-n-Out not too far away so I'll be stopping there for some grub and fresh(-er) air. The best part about today is the fact that I not only get to go through baggage claim, but I then get to come in for the late night shift and go through the international terminal. Last time I was smashed between a flight leaving for Guadalajara and my flight to Beijing. My Beijing flight was both cute and annoying, as there were about 50 school children on my flight. For whatever reason the fact that it was 1:45am did not seem to phase them. Although they looked so cute in their sweat pant uniforms and Mickey Mouse hats. It was quite a funny flight because I sat next to a lady from Costa Rica heading to China. She spoke no English and the Spanish I know is not particularly helpful for everyday conversation. I have decided to learn Spanish on my own next year. It's kind of like America's new second language. I'm one of the few west coast kids who doesn't know a significant amount.

     Exactly one year ago I was flying over the Pacific on my way back from Asia. The world felt extremely small to me that day. After deciding to abandon my trip 3 days prior I was magically back in America (read: Business class on Korean Air = best way to travel by plane...especially post hospital). I felt defeated on that day. I felt as if I had failed to accomplish what I left to accomplish. It took me a while to realize that I accomplished something more than what I set out to accomplish. As I set out again, I have things I want to accomplish, but I have more room to accept the things I wasn't planning on finding.

     I would like to end this post on a high note. When I say I blame myself or the economy I'm mainly talking about the fact that I chose to leave the country to find work because there is very little (read: none) here in the States. I realize this is my choice. I don't regret anything I do, because you will always learn something even if it turns out you had the worst idea ever. The journey and the people you take with you are what makes you who you are. I am excited overall to be going to Malaysia. I am eternally grateful for such a unique opportunity. However, when I decided to start this blog, I decided that it is just as important to share my other-than-happy thoughts. If I didn't it wouldn't be a complete story. The past few days have been about saying goodbye. 90% of the time (...every time...), goodbyes are not easy and goodbyes do not incite feelings of awesomeness. They are a simple reminder of your love for others and your own mortality. I will always have my friends and family in my heart (and the pictures on my wall) while I am away. I know that. I'm glad for this opportunity to grow.


     "The best journeys are the ones that answer questions that when you set out you never even thought to ask." - Anonymous

Cheers US of A!

-M

PS. I think this goes without saying, but I've gotta board and didn't have a chance to read through and correct any awkward sentences. My apologies.
  

     Before I get started I'd like to just give a huge shout out to my brother, whom I frequently refer to as 'Broseph.' It's his big 2-1 today!!! It makes me feel pretty old, but I'm happy we can finally chill at bars together. Since I'm leaving the country today I decided to buy him tickets to the Great American Beer Festival in Denver this fall. I really owe him a killer gift and I figured it would be a great way to see him when I get home! So happy birthday to you B!!! Please don't forget to keep a shop-vac handy for your party (most people are not supposed to get this reference).

     So this morning was a total waterworks show. I was not ready for it, and I did not expect it. Don't get me wrong, I knew I would cry at some point, but not on and off all morning. I'm not one to cry a lot, but I'm leaving for quite some time. The ticket from Denver to Malaysia (although I was blessed with a freebie from my dad, thank you very much Dad) my boyfriend is not. Private law school, despite a significant scholarship, still costs lots and lots of money. It just isn't in the cards. I wasn't expecting him to visit, but that didn't stop me from telling him to just say screw it and come with me this morning. I felt a lot of guilt this morning. It is my fault we are apart for the summer. He obviously doesn't blame me, and it was odd because I never had those feelings before. However, I have to do what's best for my education. I would support him fully if he were making the same choice, just as he supports me. Plus, as a 20 something living in America these days, it's really the economy's fault anyway.

     It's really been a rough morning. I lost it when my dog jumped on the bed and wedged herself between us for one last snuggle. You could tell when we got to the airport (which was an enormous CF...they closed the main exit down to the airport...and we were stuck behind some of the WORST drivers I have ever seen in CO) that she was pretty upset. She knows when something big is about to happen, she gave me kisses to lick up all my salty tears. MB was freaking out because he thought I would miss my flight. Luckily the west coast is experiencing some weather delays, so I made it here with plenty of time to spare. Of course I cried at the airport and some a-hole police man on a bike (seriously, if someone were to really start trouble here, what is your lame little street bike going to do?) told us to 'wrap it up and move on,' I almost snapped at him, but then thought about how un-fun it is to be detained in airport jail. Or how un-fun it would be to explain to my parents why I missed my expensive flight across the ocean. I really am going to miss the BF. I don't think the internet is an appropriate forum to divulge about my personal relationships, plus I think it's annoying to rub it in other peoples' faces so I'll refrain from further comment.

     Today is turning out to be a little more rough emotionally than I expected. All of my excitement vanished last night and was replaced by sadness. I've never felt 'sad' to travel. Scared, anxious, nervous? Yes. Sad? No. I feel a lot better now that I'm at the airport. Airports are pretty funny places. They are depressing, exciting, annoying, and yet they comfort me. I've been to so many airports, traveled on countless planes. Although I think it's sad that you literally have to be cavity searched to get on a plane these days (although obviously I'd rather have that than some type of disaster...I've got nothing to hide), there is something about being in an airport that is finalizing. You are leaving. You are going home. You are stuck. You are on the go. There is an absolute quality about it. I find it calming. Most people find it stressful. My dad likes to freak out in airports. I take traveling especially multi-day commutes as a time where it is best to just roll with the punches and deal with it.

     I am not looking forward to LAX. Please excuse today's negativity, but it should come as no surprise. I will be sad, then anxious, then knocked out by Nyquil, then super freaked out for about 2 hours upon arrival, then at peace. Anyways, LAX is quite easily one of my least favorite places. It's what I would imagine some place like Lagos being like except with more concrete. Basically, one enormous CF. I've been there all hours of the day, always traffic. You walk outside and literally might get carbon monoxide poisoning. No one speaks English, which is always interesting because you are in America. You hear various Asian, Middle Eastern, Latin and South American, and the occasional European languages more frequently than you will hear your own. People drive like morons, act like morons, and baggage claim (esp the Southwest terminal) is like a root canal. Long, slow, and unorganized. Awesome. Fortunately there is an In-n-Out not too far away so I'll be stopping there for some grub and fresh(-er) air. The best part about today is the fact that I not only get to go through baggage claim, but I then get to come in for the late night shift and go through the international terminal. Last time I was smashed between a flight leaving for Guadalajara and my flight to Beijing. My Beijing flight was both cute and annoying, as there were about 50 school children on my flight. For whatever reason the fact that it was 1:45am did not seem to phase them. Although they looked so cute in their sweat pant uniforms and Mickey Mouse hats. It was quite a funny flight because I sat next to a lady from Costa Rica heading to China. She spoke no English and the Spanish I know is not particularly helpful for everyday conversation. I have decided to learn Spanish on my own next year. It's kind of like America's new second language. I'm one of the few west coast kids who doesn't know a significant amount.

     Exactly one year ago I was flying over the Pacific on my way back from Asia. The world felt extremely small to me that day. After deciding to abandon my trip 3 days prior I was magically back in America (read: Business class on Korean Air = best way to travel by plane...especially post hospital). I felt defeated on that day. I felt as if I had failed to accomplish what I left to accomplish. It took me a while to realize that I accomplished something more than what I set out to accomplish. As I set out again, I have things I want to accomplish, but I have more room to accept the things I wasn't planning on finding.

     I would like to end this post on a high note. When I say I blame myself or the economy I'm mainly talking about the fact that I chose to leave the country to find work because there is very little (read: none) here in the States. I realize this is my choice. I don't regret anything I do, because you will always learn something even if it turns out you had the worst idea ever. The journey and the people you take with you are what makes you who you are. I am excited overall to be going to Malaysia. I am eternally grateful for such a unique opportunity. However, when I decided to start this blog, I decided that it is just as important to share my other-than-happy thoughts. If I didn't it wouldn't be a complete story. The past few days have been about saying goodbye. 90% of the time (...every time...), goodbyes are not easy and goodbyes do not incite feelings of awesomeness. They are a simple reminder of your love for others and your own mortality. I will always have my friends and family in my heart (and the pictures on my wall) while I am away. I know that. I'm glad for this opportunity to grow.


     "The best journeys are the ones that answer questions that when you set out you never even thought to ask." - Anonymous

Cheers US of A!

-M

PS. I think this goes without saying, but I've gotta board and didn't have a chance to read through and correct any awkward sentences. My apologies.
  

     Before I get started I'd like to just give a huge shout out to my brother, whom I frequently refer to as 'Broseph.' It's his big 2-1 today!!! It makes me feel pretty old, but I'm happy we can finally chill at bars together. Since I'm leaving the country today I decided to buy him tickets to the Great American Beer Festival in Denver this fall. I really owe him a killer gift and I figured it would be a great way to see him when I get home! So happy birthday to you B!!! Please don't forget to keep a shop-vac handy for your party (most people are not supposed to get this reference).

     So this morning was a total waterworks show. I was not ready for it, and I did not expect it. Don't get me wrong, I knew I would cry at some point, but not on and off all morning. I'm not one to cry a lot, but I'm leaving for quite some time. The ticket from Denver to Malaysia (although I was blessed with a freebie from my dad, thank you very much Dad) my boyfriend is not. Private law school, despite a significant scholarship, still costs lots and lots of money. It just isn't in the cards. I wasn't expecting him to visit, but that didn't stop me from telling him to just say screw it and come with me this morning. I felt a lot of guilt this morning. It is my fault we are apart for the summer. He obviously doesn't blame me, and it was odd because I never had those feelings before. However, I have to do what's best for my education. I would support him fully if he were making the same choice, just as he supports me. Plus, as a 20 something living in America these days, it's really the economy's fault anyway.

     It's really been a rough morning. I lost it when my dog jumped on the bed and wedged herself between us for one last snuggle. You could tell when we got to the airport (which was an enormous CF...they closed the main exit down to the airport...and we were stuck behind some of the WORST drivers I have ever seen in CO) that she was pretty upset. She knows when something big is about to happen, she gave me kisses to lick up all my salty tears. MB was freaking out because he thought I would miss my flight. Luckily the west coast is experiencing some weather delays, so I made it here with plenty of time to spare. Of course I cried at the airport and some a-hole police man on a bike (seriously, if someone were to really start trouble here, what is your lame little street bike going to do?) told us to 'wrap it up and move on,' I almost snapped at him, but then thought about how un-fun it is to be detained in airport jail. Or how un-fun it would be to explain to my parents why I missed my expensive flight across the ocean. I really am going to miss the BF. I don't think the internet is an appropriate forum to divulge about my personal relationships, plus I think it's annoying to rub it in other peoples' faces so I'll refrain from further comment.

     Today is turning out to be a little more rough emotionally than I expected. All of my excitement vanished last night and was replaced by sadness. I've never felt 'sad' to travel. Scared, anxious, nervous? Yes. Sad? No. I feel a lot better now that I'm at the airport. Airports are pretty funny places. They are depressing, exciting, annoying, and yet they comfort me. I've been to so many airports, traveled on countless planes. Although I think it's sad that you literally have to be cavity searched to get on a plane these days (although obviously I'd rather have that than some type of disaster...I've got nothing to hide), there is something about being in an airport that is finalizing. You are leaving. You are going home. You are stuck. You are on the go. There is an absolute quality about it. I find it calming. Most people find it stressful. My dad likes to freak out in airports. I take traveling especially multi-day commutes as a time where it is best to just roll with the punches and deal with it.

     I am not looking forward to LAX. Please excuse today's negativity, but it should come as no surprise. I will be sad, then anxious, then knocked out by Nyquil, then super freaked out for about 2 hours upon arrival, then at peace. Anyways, LAX is quite easily one of my least favorite places. It's what I would imagine some place like Lagos being like except with more concrete. Basically, one enormous CF. I've been there all hours of the day, always traffic. You walk outside and literally might get carbon monoxide poisoning. No one speaks English, which is always interesting because you are in America. You hear various Asian, Middle Eastern, Latin and South American, and the occasional European languages more frequently than you will hear your own. People drive like morons, act like morons, and baggage claim (esp the Southwest terminal) is like a root canal. Long, slow, and unorganized. Awesome. Fortunately there is an In-n-Out not too far away so I'll be stopping there for some grub and fresh(-er) air. The best part about today is the fact that I not only get to go through baggage claim, but I then get to come in for the late night shift and go through the international terminal. Last time I was smashed between a flight leaving for Guadalajara and my flight to Beijing. My Beijing flight was both cute and annoying, as there were about 50 school children on my flight. For whatever reason the fact that it was 1:45am did not seem to phase them. Although they looked so cute in their sweat pant uniforms and Mickey Mouse hats. It was quite a funny flight because I sat next to a lady from Costa Rica heading to China. She spoke no English and the Spanish I know is not particularly helpful for everyday conversation. I have decided to learn Spanish on my own next year. It's kind of like America's new second language. I'm one of the few west coast kids who doesn't know a significant amount.

     Exactly one year ago I was flying over the Pacific on my way back from Asia. The world felt extremely small to me that day. After deciding to abandon my trip 3 days prior I was magically back in America (read: Business class on Korean Air = best way to travel by plane...especially post hospital). I felt defeated on that day. I felt as if I had failed to accomplish what I left to accomplish. It took me a while to realize that I accomplished something more than what I set out to accomplish. As I set out again, I have things I want to accomplish, but I have more room to accept the things I wasn't planning on finding.

     I would like to end this post on a high note. When I say I blame myself or the economy I'm mainly talking about the fact that I chose to leave the country to find work because there is very little (read: none) here in the States. I realize this is my choice. I don't regret anything I do, because you will always learn something even if it turns out you had the worst idea ever. The journey and the people you take with you are what makes you who you are. I am excited overall to be going to Malaysia. I am eternally grateful for such a unique opportunity. However, when I decided to start this blog, I decided that it is just as important to share my other-than-happy thoughts. If I didn't it wouldn't be a complete story. The past few days have been about saying goodbye. 90% of the time (...every time...), goodbyes are not easy and goodbyes do not incite feelings of awesomeness. They are a simple reminder of your love for others and your own mortality. I will always have my friends and family in my heart (and the pictures on my wall) while I am away. I know that. I'm glad for this opportunity to grow.


     "The best journeys are the ones that answer questions that when you set out you never even thought to ask." - Anonymous

Cheers US of A!

-M

PS. I think this goes without saying, but I've gotta board and didn't have a chance to read through and correct any awkward sentences. My apologies.
  

KL Bound

     I've recently accepted my first internship on the architectural stage. I started my master's program fresh out of undergrad thinking that once I'm out (a mere 3 and a half years later) the economy will have suddenly and magically bounced back to its former self. Ahh...the naiveté of the young college graduate. Needless to say I passionately, boldly, or - as some professors have mentioned - stupidly entered a business that is notorious for being the first to crash and the last to recover. Without going into too much detail, there simply are very few, if any jobs in the States. Despite the fact that there are several massive construction projects going on all around my apartment, Denver does not seem interested in hiring architectural interns at this time. Their loss I suppose. Fortunately for me, I have my eyes set on a bigger horizon. Travel and world culture is half the reason I became interested in architecture in the first place. Furthermore, while the west struggles to figure out what the hell it did wrong (although most of the educated youth could probably give you a better answer than the media or the White House), the east is experiencing an economic boom. Economic boom = building boom. What better way to get one's feet wet in the industry than to dive right in - no swimmies. Thus, I was fortunate enough to get hooked up with Veritas, a Malaysian based firm, for the summer. So come this May I'm packing my bags and moving to Kuala Lumpur or colloquially known as KL.

     It would be an understatement to say that I am excited. With excitement comes many other emotions. It isn't going to be all happy glitz and picture snapping like a casual holiday, but I'm going to actually have to live here, figure out how to squeeze by on very little money, and hopefully be confident enough to communicate with Malaysians...in Bahasa Malayu. However, this ain't my first time at the rodeo folks. I lived in Denmark for 4 months and I've at least been to Asia; which is enough to say that I can expect a long flight with multiple day changes. My first trip to Asia, despite its messy story, changed my life forever. There is something about the east that absolutely intrigues me to know more and more about a place so different from anything I've ever been exposed to. One could argue a lot of places in the west are like this; however much of east Asia operates on a completely different set of core values. It is a 'we' society, with the western world being a 'me' society. You aren't a gringo and you aren't a stUpEED AmericAn. They've got something entirely different going on over there and it seems to actually be working for the most part, at least in terms of longevity (there are obvious human rights abuses, an enormous wealth gap, various environmental issues, and don't forget our dearest friend Kim Jung Il...but I will save you from those rants). So why not learn a few tricks from a different trade? Maybe it could help us figure out why we do the things we do as a western culture or even help to bridge the massive communication gap between the two. It definitely can't hurt.

     It would be unfair not to mention my first experience in Asia, a trip to Mongolia (and I was supposed to end up in China) last May. I know many of you who actually know me will be rolling your eyes at this one, but I promise to refrain from getting into the whole violent, death-threatening food poisoning ordeal that happened there. Although it ruined my trip, and (compounded by traveling alone), undoubtably, had a permanent affect on my psyche there is really nothing more to mention about it other that I am concerned for my digestive system in Malaysia as well. If it happens again, so be it. Although in a large city like KL I'm less likely to be immediately confronted with a hot plate of late May's mystery meat and noodles at some Mongolian roadside cafe where the road is simply a series of hard-carved ruts on a dirt path (also known as a Mongolian super highway...if you don't believe me buy yourself a ticket to Ulaan Baator and see for yourself). Plus, I am too much of a food enthusiast to let a sensitive stomach ruin an amazing meal. I'm not going to miss out on the finer parts of Malay cuisine and its wide range of influences just to avoid heart burn. No pain no gain I say.

     Despite the end of that trip, what I really took away from my Mongolian adventure wasn't about being a lone patient in a hospital in the least densely populated nation in the world. It was about the journey. I made 2 lasting friendships (I will hopefully be able to meet up with one of my friends, an expat living in South Korea this summer - fingers crossed). There is something to be said being in a place where nomadic life has ruled for centuries and if you want (and you really should, cuz it would be a damn shame if you didn't) get out of UB and live life out on the steppes for a bit. Unlike many a Disneyland-esque places that exist because of mass tourism, you can actually participate in it. I can sometimes still close my eyes and remember what it feels like to stick your head out the window like a happy lab; wind blowing across your face, maybe even your tongue hanging out while you bounce around on a so called 'road' (aka a small set of dents in the grass where someone drove 5 days before you) and literally look out and see vast expanses of open space. No fences, no property lines, the occasional white ger and massive amounts of herds of yak, camel, sheep, goats, and horses off in the distance or crossing your path constantly. It is here where I truly learned the power of the journey.

     The roots of ancient Malaysian culture are also embedded in the concept of the journey. Personal journeys are present in the traditional art of tattoos in tribal Malay cultures. Furthermore, KL and the rest of Malaysia have something to teach the world about co-existance. Malaysia is a predominately Muslim country (60%) with Islam being the national religion. However, the law allows for freedom of religion,  therefore alcohol, and even goes one step further to include the other major practiced religions (Buddhism, Hindu, and Christianity) in the public holiday calendar. Yes, women have rights, and aside from PDA, you can dress how you want and come and go as you please. So with that whole issue aside, I am excited to learn, and hopefully be able to report how exactly these four major world religions have co-existed here in a peaceful manner since Malaysian independence back in the 60s. It is an example, especially given today's events and what is going on in the Middle East/North Africa, that everyone could benefit from.

     Well enough questioning of the world's problems and the so-called meaning of life. What the hell do I know anyway? I've got some logistics to figure out. I've gotta see one of those travel docs again. Last time I visited one I got poked in the arm 4 times in order to be allowed to venture into the Peruvian Amazon. Apparently, that wasn't enough intimate times with the needle, so I've got two more on my list and I need to make an appointment. Not to mention I've been procrastinating my Systems homework all week (hurray for reading about fire suppression systems and phone lines!).

Until next time.

-M

     I've recently accepted my first internship on the architectural stage. I started my master's program fresh out of undergrad thinking that once I'm out (a mere 3 and a half years later) the economy will have suddenly and magically bounced back to its former self. Ahh...the naiveté of the young college graduate. Needless to say I passionately, boldly, or - as some professors have mentioned - stupidly entered a business that is notorious for being the first to crash and the last to recover. Without going into too much detail, there simply are very few, if any jobs in the States. Despite the fact that there are several massive construction projects going on all around my apartment, Denver does not seem interested in hiring architectural interns at this time. Their loss I suppose. Fortunately for me, I have my eyes set on a bigger horizon. Travel and world culture is half the reason I became interested in architecture in the first place. Furthermore, while the west struggles to figure out what the hell it did wrong (although most of the educated youth could probably give you a better answer than the media or the White House), the east is experiencing an economic boom. Economic boom = building boom. What better way to get one's feet wet in the industry than to dive right in - no swimmies. Thus, I was fortunate enough to get hooked up with Veritas, a Malaysian based firm, for the summer. So come this May I'm packing my bags and moving to Kuala Lumpur or colloquially known as KL.

     It would be an understatement to say that I am excited. With excitement comes many other emotions. It isn't going to be all happy glitz and picture snapping like a casual holiday, but I'm going to actually have to live here, figure out how to squeeze by on very little money, and hopefully be confident enough to communicate with Malaysians...in Bahasa Malayu. However, this ain't my first time at the rodeo folks. I lived in Denmark for 4 months and I've at least been to Asia; which is enough to say that I can expect a long flight with multiple day changes. My first trip to Asia, despite its messy story, changed my life forever. There is something about the east that absolutely intrigues me to know more and more about a place so different from anything I've ever been exposed to. One could argue a lot of places in the west are like this; however much of east Asia operates on a completely different set of core values. It is a 'we' society, with the western world being a 'me' society. You aren't a gringo and you aren't a stUpEED AmericAn. They've got something entirely different going on over there and it seems to actually be working for the most part, at least in terms of longevity (there are obvious human rights abuses, an enormous wealth gap, various environmental issues, and don't forget our dearest friend Kim Jung Il...but I will save you from those rants). So why not learn a few tricks from a different trade? Maybe it could help us figure out why we do the things we do as a western culture or even help to bridge the massive communication gap between the two. It definitely can't hurt.

     It would be unfair not to mention my first experience in Asia, a trip to Mongolia (and I was supposed to end up in China) last May. I know many of you who actually know me will be rolling your eyes at this one, but I promise to refrain from getting into the whole violent, death-threatening food poisoning ordeal that happened there. Although it ruined my trip, and (compounded by traveling alone), undoubtably, had a permanent affect on my psyche there is really nothing more to mention about it other that I am concerned for my digestive system in Malaysia as well. If it happens again, so be it. Although in a large city like KL I'm less likely to be immediately confronted with a hot plate of late May's mystery meat and noodles at some Mongolian roadside cafe where the road is simply a series of hard-carved ruts on a dirt path (also known as a Mongolian super highway...if you don't believe me buy yourself a ticket to Ulaan Baator and see for yourself). Plus, I am too much of a food enthusiast to let a sensitive stomach ruin an amazing meal. I'm not going to miss out on the finer parts of Malay cuisine and its wide range of influences just to avoid heart burn. No pain no gain I say.

     Despite the end of that trip, what I really took away from my Mongolian adventure wasn't about being a lone patient in a hospital in the least densely populated nation in the world. It was about the journey. I made 2 lasting friendships (I will hopefully be able to meet up with one of my friends, an expat living in South Korea this summer - fingers crossed). There is something to be said being in a place where nomadic life has ruled for centuries and if you want (and you really should, cuz it would be a damn shame if you didn't) get out of UB and live life out on the steppes for a bit. Unlike many a Disneyland-esque places that exist because of mass tourism, you can actually participate in it. I can sometimes still close my eyes and remember what it feels like to stick your head out the window like a happy lab; wind blowing across your face, maybe even your tongue hanging out while you bounce around on a so called 'road' (aka a small set of dents in the grass where someone drove 5 days before you) and literally look out and see vast expanses of open space. No fences, no property lines, the occasional white ger and massive amounts of herds of yak, camel, sheep, goats, and horses off in the distance or crossing your path constantly. It is here where I truly learned the power of the journey.

     The roots of ancient Malaysian culture are also embedded in the concept of the journey. Personal journeys are present in the traditional art of tattoos in tribal Malay cultures. Furthermore, KL and the rest of Malaysia have something to teach the world about co-existance. Malaysia is a predominately Muslim country (60%) with Islam being the national religion. However, the law allows for freedom of religion,  therefore alcohol, and even goes one step further to include the other major practiced religions (Buddhism, Hindu, and Christianity) in the public holiday calendar. Yes, women have rights, and aside from PDA, you can dress how you want and come and go as you please. So with that whole issue aside, I am excited to learn, and hopefully be able to report how exactly these four major world religions have co-existed here in a peaceful manner since Malaysian independence back in the 60s. It is an example, especially given today's events and what is going on in the Middle East/North Africa, that everyone could benefit from.

     Well enough questioning of the world's problems and the so-called meaning of life. What the hell do I know anyway? I've got some logistics to figure out. I've gotta see one of those travel docs again. Last time I visited one I got poked in the arm 4 times in order to be allowed to venture into the Peruvian Amazon. Apparently, that wasn't enough intimate times with the needle, so I've got two more on my list and I need to make an appointment. Not to mention I've been procrastinating my Systems homework all week (hurray for reading about fire suppression systems and phone lines!).

Until next time.

-M

     I've recently accepted my first internship on the architectural stage. I started my master's program fresh out of undergrad thinking that once I'm out (a mere 3 and a half years later) the economy will have suddenly and magically bounced back to its former self. Ahh...the naiveté of the young college graduate. Needless to say I passionately, boldly, or - as some professors have mentioned - stupidly entered a business that is notorious for being the first to crash and the last to recover. Without going into too much detail, there simply are very few, if any jobs in the States. Despite the fact that there are several massive construction projects going on all around my apartment, Denver does not seem interested in hiring architectural interns at this time. Their loss I suppose. Fortunately for me, I have my eyes set on a bigger horizon. Travel and world culture is half the reason I became interested in architecture in the first place. Furthermore, while the west struggles to figure out what the hell it did wrong (although most of the educated youth could probably give you a better answer than the media or the White House), the east is experiencing an economic boom. Economic boom = building boom. What better way to get one's feet wet in the industry than to dive right in - no swimmies. Thus, I was fortunate enough to get hooked up with Veritas, a Malaysian based firm, for the summer. So come this May I'm packing my bags and moving to Kuala Lumpur or colloquially known as KL.

     It would be an understatement to say that I am excited. With excitement comes many other emotions. It isn't going to be all happy glitz and picture snapping like a casual holiday, but I'm going to actually have to live here, figure out how to squeeze by on very little money, and hopefully be confident enough to communicate with Malaysians...in Bahasa Malayu. However, this ain't my first time at the rodeo folks. I lived in Denmark for 4 months and I've at least been to Asia; which is enough to say that I can expect a long flight with multiple day changes. My first trip to Asia, despite its messy story, changed my life forever. There is something about the east that absolutely intrigues me to know more and more about a place so different from anything I've ever been exposed to. One could argue a lot of places in the west are like this; however much of east Asia operates on a completely different set of core values. It is a 'we' society, with the western world being a 'me' society. You aren't a gringo and you aren't a stUpEED AmericAn. They've got something entirely different going on over there and it seems to actually be working for the most part, at least in terms of longevity (there are obvious human rights abuses, an enormous wealth gap, various environmental issues, and don't forget our dearest friend Kim Jung Il...but I will save you from those rants). So why not learn a few tricks from a different trade? Maybe it could help us figure out why we do the things we do as a western culture or even help to bridge the massive communication gap between the two. It definitely can't hurt.

     It would be unfair not to mention my first experience in Asia, a trip to Mongolia (and I was supposed to end up in China) last May. I know many of you who actually know me will be rolling your eyes at this one, but I promise to refrain from getting into the whole violent, death-threatening food poisoning ordeal that happened there. Although it ruined my trip, and (compounded by traveling alone), undoubtably, had a permanent affect on my psyche there is really nothing more to mention about it other that I am concerned for my digestive system in Malaysia as well. If it happens again, so be it. Although in a large city like KL I'm less likely to be immediately confronted with a hot plate of late May's mystery meat and noodles at some Mongolian roadside cafe where the road is simply a series of hard-carved ruts on a dirt path (also known as a Mongolian super highway...if you don't believe me buy yourself a ticket to Ulaan Baator and see for yourself). Plus, I am too much of a food enthusiast to let a sensitive stomach ruin an amazing meal. I'm not going to miss out on the finer parts of Malay cuisine and its wide range of influences just to avoid heart burn. No pain no gain I say.

     Despite the end of that trip, what I really took away from my Mongolian adventure wasn't about being a lone patient in a hospital in the least densely populated nation in the world. It was about the journey. I made 2 lasting friendships (I will hopefully be able to meet up with one of my friends, an expat living in South Korea this summer - fingers crossed). There is something to be said being in a place where nomadic life has ruled for centuries and if you want (and you really should, cuz it would be a damn shame if you didn't) get out of UB and live life out on the steppes for a bit. Unlike many a Disneyland-esque places that exist because of mass tourism, you can actually participate in it. I can sometimes still close my eyes and remember what it feels like to stick your head out the window like a happy lab; wind blowing across your face, maybe even your tongue hanging out while you bounce around on a so called 'road' (aka a small set of dents in the grass where someone drove 5 days before you) and literally look out and see vast expanses of open space. No fences, no property lines, the occasional white ger and massive amounts of herds of yak, camel, sheep, goats, and horses off in the distance or crossing your path constantly. It is here where I truly learned the power of the journey.

     The roots of ancient Malaysian culture are also embedded in the concept of the journey. Personal journeys are present in the traditional art of tattoos in tribal Malay cultures. Furthermore, KL and the rest of Malaysia have something to teach the world about co-existance. Malaysia is a predominately Muslim country (60%) with Islam being the national religion. However, the law allows for freedom of religion,  therefore alcohol, and even goes one step further to include the other major practiced religions (Buddhism, Hindu, and Christianity) in the public holiday calendar. Yes, women have rights, and aside from PDA, you can dress how you want and come and go as you please. So with that whole issue aside, I am excited to learn, and hopefully be able to report how exactly these four major world religions have co-existed here in a peaceful manner since Malaysian independence back in the 60s. It is an example, especially given today's events and what is going on in the Middle East/North Africa, that everyone could benefit from.

     Well enough questioning of the world's problems and the so-called meaning of life. What the hell do I know anyway? I've got some logistics to figure out. I've gotta see one of those travel docs again. Last time I visited one I got poked in the arm 4 times in order to be allowed to venture into the Peruvian Amazon. Apparently, that wasn't enough intimate times with the needle, so I've got two more on my list and I need to make an appointment. Not to mention I've been procrastinating my Systems homework all week (hurray for reading about fire suppression systems and phone lines!).

Until next time.

-M

     I've recently accepted my first internship on the architectural stage. I started my master's program fresh out of undergrad thinking that once I'm out (a mere 3 and a half years later) the economy will have suddenly and magically bounced back to its former self. Ahh...the naiveté of the young college graduate. Needless to say I passionately, boldly, or - as some professors have mentioned - stupidly entered a business that is notorious for being the first to crash and the last to recover. Without going into too much detail, there simply are very few, if any jobs in the States. Despite the fact that there are several massive construction projects going on all around my apartment, Denver does not seem interested in hiring architectural interns at this time. Their loss I suppose. Fortunately for me, I have my eyes set on a bigger horizon. Travel and world culture is half the reason I became interested in architecture in the first place. Furthermore, while the west struggles to figure out what the hell it did wrong (although most of the educated youth could probably give you a better answer than the media or the White House), the east is experiencing an economic boom. Economic boom = building boom. What better way to get one's feet wet in the industry than to dive right in - no swimmies. Thus, I was fortunate enough to get hooked up with Veritas, a Malaysian based firm, for the summer. So come this May I'm packing my bags and moving to Kuala Lumpur or colloquially known as KL.

     It would be an understatement to say that I am excited. With excitement comes many other emotions. It isn't going to be all happy glitz and picture snapping like a casual holiday, but I'm going to actually have to live here, figure out how to squeeze by on very little money, and hopefully be confident enough to communicate with Malaysians...in Bahasa Malayu. However, this ain't my first time at the rodeo folks. I lived in Denmark for 4 months and I've at least been to Asia; which is enough to say that I can expect a long flight with multiple day changes. My first trip to Asia, despite its messy story, changed my life forever. There is something about the east that absolutely intrigues me to know more and more about a place so different from anything I've ever been exposed to. One could argue a lot of places in the west are like this; however much of east Asia operates on a completely different set of core values. It is a 'we' society, with the western world being a 'me' society. You aren't a gringo and you aren't a stUpEED AmericAn. They've got something entirely different going on over there and it seems to actually be working for the most part, at least in terms of longevity (there are obvious human rights abuses, an enormous wealth gap, various environmental issues, and don't forget our dearest friend Kim Jung Il...but I will save you from those rants). So why not learn a few tricks from a different trade? Maybe it could help us figure out why we do the things we do as a western culture or even help to bridge the massive communication gap between the two. It definitely can't hurt.

     It would be unfair not to mention my first experience in Asia, a trip to Mongolia (and I was supposed to end up in China) last May. I know many of you who actually know me will be rolling your eyes at this one, but I promise to refrain from getting into the whole violent, death-threatening food poisoning ordeal that happened there. Although it ruined my trip, and (compounded by traveling alone), undoubtably, had a permanent affect on my psyche there is really nothing more to mention about it other that I am concerned for my digestive system in Malaysia as well. If it happens again, so be it. Although in a large city like KL I'm less likely to be immediately confronted with a hot plate of late May's mystery meat and noodles at some Mongolian roadside cafe where the road is simply a series of hard-carved ruts on a dirt path (also known as a Mongolian super highway...if you don't believe me buy yourself a ticket to Ulaan Baator and see for yourself). Plus, I am too much of a food enthusiast to let a sensitive stomach ruin an amazing meal. I'm not going to miss out on the finer parts of Malay cuisine and its wide range of influences just to avoid heart burn. No pain no gain I say.

     Despite the end of that trip, what I really took away from my Mongolian adventure wasn't about being a lone patient in a hospital in the least densely populated nation in the world. It was about the journey. I made 2 lasting friendships (I will hopefully be able to meet up with one of my friends, an expat living in South Korea this summer - fingers crossed). There is something to be said being in a place where nomadic life has ruled for centuries and if you want (and you really should, cuz it would be a damn shame if you didn't) get out of UB and live life out on the steppes for a bit. Unlike many a Disneyland-esque places that exist because of mass tourism, you can actually participate in it. I can sometimes still close my eyes and remember what it feels like to stick your head out the window like a happy lab; wind blowing across your face, maybe even your tongue hanging out while you bounce around on a so called 'road' (aka a small set of dents in the grass where someone drove 5 days before you) and literally look out and see vast expanses of open space. No fences, no property lines, the occasional white ger and massive amounts of herds of yak, camel, sheep, goats, and horses off in the distance or crossing your path constantly. It is here where I truly learned the power of the journey.

     The roots of ancient Malaysian culture are also embedded in the concept of the journey. Personal journeys are present in the traditional art of tattoos in tribal Malay cultures. Furthermore, KL and the rest of Malaysia have something to teach the world about co-existance. Malaysia is a predominately Muslim country (60%) with Islam being the national religion. However, the law allows for freedom of religion,  therefore alcohol, and even goes one step further to include the other major practiced religions (Buddhism, Hindu, and Christianity) in the public holiday calendar. Yes, women have rights, and aside from PDA, you can dress how you want and come and go as you please. So with that whole issue aside, I am excited to learn, and hopefully be able to report how exactly these four major world religions have co-existed here in a peaceful manner since Malaysian independence back in the 60s. It is an example, especially given today's events and what is going on in the Middle East/North Africa, that everyone could benefit from.

     Well enough questioning of the world's problems and the so-called meaning of life. What the hell do I know anyway? I've got some logistics to figure out. I've gotta see one of those travel docs again. Last time I visited one I got poked in the arm 4 times in order to be allowed to venture into the Peruvian Amazon. Apparently, that wasn't enough intimate times with the needle, so I've got two more on my list and I need to make an appointment. Not to mention I've been procrastinating my Systems homework all week (hurray for reading about fire suppression systems and phone lines!).

Until next time.

-M