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Feeling Anxious

September 26, 2016

I think I’ve reached a weird state of anxiety.  I feel anxious, and then I find it hard to concentrate on the things I need to get done, and that leads to me feeling more anxious because nothing gets done.

I’m back to floating and I hate it.  To start with, I feel useless.  I’m at home:  not making money and not having fun.  To be quite frank, it feels like I’m back to wasting my life. I started reading this book called The Defining Decade: Why Your Twenties Matter and How to Make the Most of Them Now and I swear to God, it’s making me depressed. It’s making me compare my life to others and it’s throwing in a whole bunch of scary statistics that make me feel as though I’m falling behind.

I hate being 24, jobless, and living at home. It makes me feel like a loser and I don’t want to be a loser.  I know what I want to be, and I know what I want my life to be, but it seems so hard to attain and I don’t feel that young anymore. I want to get my book published.  I want to go to Asia and South America.  I want to live downtown. Do you think if I get these things, I’ll have unbreakable happiness?

Maybe I need to feel like this right now so I can feel really happy later on.  I just hope the moment of clarity will come sooner rather than later. Maybe I’m just a really impatient person….I’m trying to be patient, but the waiting is just killing me.

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Life

Home is Home

Sept 22, 2016

I’m home.  In fact, I’ve been home for almost one month now.  People keep asking me if I’m settled. Yes, I’m settled.  The adjustment period actually wasn’t that bad.  Home is home.  I’ve lived here for 23 years and 14 months away is not enough time to wipe out my memory.  Though certainly some things that used to be second-nature now seem undeniably strange to me.  Were our toonies always so thin?  Why do we eat dinner so early?  You mean I have to start calling it the “skytrain” instead of the metro again?  I completely forgot about the colour of Canadian bills (the $20 bill looked an unnaturally vivid shade of green to me when I first saw it).  I JUST got used to calling money “euros” and now I have to start calling it “dollars” again.   The knob on my shower felt strange too. So did opening our front door. (We got a new knob while I was away).  We actually got a few new things while I was away.  Items were rearranged and replaced. I kept discovering them with time and each time I exclaimed “Oh! This is new!”I was told that actually it was already considered old.

During my first couple nights at home, I would wake up at 4:01 (on the dot) and be starving.  So I would creep down to the kitchen and eat a Portuguese cake. The very first morning that I woke up in my bed, I had  a mild panic attack and had to blink several times trying to decipher where I was. I also had to open up a few cupboards in the kitchen until I found what I was looking for. Now it feels like I never even left.  If it were not for my art work hanging on the wall directly opposite my bed, reminding me that I did go to all these places, I probably would never believe it happened.

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I still dream about Europe constantly.  Some days I can’t even look at photos from my trip or listen to certain songs without feeling a physical pain in my heart.  There’s an intense longing or pull.  It sort of feels like I scattered my heart all over the continent, leaving little pieces here and there and so in a way, it feels like my heart is broken.  It feels like it’s come back not quite whole.  Rakel told me it’s Europe homesickness.  She said it’s normal I should feel homesickness for Europe instead of for Canada because I always knew I would come back to Canada but I don’t know when I’ll go back to Europe. I guess that makes sense.

Since I’ve been home, I’ve gone on a few hikes, went to the cottage (and fell completely in love with it), had a wisdom tooth pulled, got told by the eye doctor that I have to wear glasses for at least two months because my eyes don’t look 24 years old (I blame the dry weather and smoky atmosphere of Europe), and applied for some jobs.  The first commute back to work was a rather depressing one because the weather was rainy and I was surrounded by a lot of sorry looking people.  It made me sad because I couldn’t even be bothered to look out the window.  In Europe, the dirtiest street was spectacular to me. I could never stop looking out the window. Now I’m back to reading other people’s stories on buses again instead of living my own. That’s a big exaggeration but do you know what I mean? It just felt sad to be sitting in Vancouver reading a book set in Paris and wishing I was there instead.

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I want to feel excited about Vancouver again. On the plane ride home (which was long and horrible because they didn’t offer free food or in-flight entertainment) I kept waiting for that moment of uncontrollable excitement. Mostly, I just felt dazed (it was a collective 19 hour journey from Athens to Malta to London to Home) and I was sleep-deprived and hungry.  I made friends with the Irish guy sitting next to me and we kept ourselves entertained by playing word games while his friends behind us played Monopoly. (Oh, old fashioned fun!) Anyway, it was ironic that he was at the very beginning of his 2 year adventure and I was at the end of mine. What a mysterious world we live in.  My moment of uncontrollable excitement came when we were landing and all I saw was mountains — so many mountains! — and then I realized I was only a few minutes away from being reunited with my family. Luckily I didn’t have to wait around for my luggage because they were able to send it directly home. I sped-walked to the arrivals. We had a family dinner that night.  I went to pick up Omi from her new place and when I met her at the door, her eyes opened in disbelief and then she hugged me with trembling hands and started crying and then I started crying a bit too.

I do love home. I do. But I’m 24 years old and I don’t want to live at home anymore.  Especially not now that I’ve had my first real taste of independence. No actually, not just a taste: a whole feast of independence.  I’m not sure what will happen with my dreams to see Asia and South America. I guess we’ll see. Some parts about being home are wonderful.  I like having proper meals again. I like having my bookshelf again. I like laughing with Krystyna so hard that my mom tell us too much silliness is going on but we keep on laughing anyway.  Yes, I do love home.  I just think I’ve grown a lot this year and maybe I don’t quite fit here anymore.

You know, I was looking out my bedroom window and I saw the familiar, old, black crow on the tree. He’s still there…old faithful.

It’s the first day of fall today. Today is actually pretty hot too — I was sitting outside wearing a tank top. I’m glad it’s sunny now because during my first week back, it rained every day.  You have no idea how depressing that was to return to after eternal sunshine in Greece.  I’m excited for a crisp fall this year. Last year in November, I was still wearing short sleeves to the park so I’m rather looking forward to sweaters and golden leaves. It’s funny…I used to be so afraid of change.  Now I’m looking forward to it.  I think that’s the best way to illustrate how much I’ve grown.

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365 Days

365 Days

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June 17, 2016

Yesterday was my one year anniversary with Europe. It feels incredible and strange and unbelievable all at the same time. I remember the day I left so well, not just because I wrote it down, but because I don’t think it’s possible to forget something so significant. I remember the toilet flooded and how the morning was spent trying to soak up all the water from the floor with towels. I remember I ate a leftover sausage for lunch and how I sat outside on the new deck, wishing I could sit there a little longer. And I remember driving away from home, wanting to cry and trying not to.

365 days is a long time. It’s been 365 days since I hugged my mom. 365 days since I got a good-morning kiss on my head from my dad. 365 since I held my grandma’s hand or sat in the car with my sisters. 365 days.

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On day number 1, when I arrived in Berlin and settled down in my bed for my first sleep away from home, I could never have predicted how day number 365 would feel waking up in my bed in Paris. I just looked through some photos — all of the things that I’ve seen and done — and smells came back to me, and feelings rushed upon me, and for the first time in my life, I felt wiser. I have been waiting, seemingly forever, for a growth spurt, and I think I finally got it. It didn’t come in gaining height as I imagined it would – it came in gaining wisdom and in gaining experience. Thinking back to every moment where I stood completely lost, or lonely, or scared, dragging around a suitcase that was too heavy for me, surrounded by people I didn’t know speaking languages I didn’t understand, I realize that all those moments in which I felt that I was made too small for this world, I really wasn’t. Well, maybe I was made a little too small, but that was probably only so that I had a reason to grow. Now that I’ve had my growth spurt, I think I’m just the right size.

I know the world is far from perfect, but I still believe that it’s good and I still love it, and I fall a little bit more in love with it each passing day.

I have missed birthdays, and Christmas, milestones and little, every day moments, but I knew I would be sacrificing those things when I signed up for this.  I keep looking back to the last picture I took with my family. My hair is longer now and my denim top has two holes in the elbows which means I should probably throw it out, but I know the real change in me is invisible to the naked eye.  People always say you are supposed to do the thing that scares you. Sometimes I don’t understand why I’ve been so afraid of change — I would be more disappointed in myself right now if I hadn’t changed. Yes, I am grateful that in 365 days the world has changed me — for the better – and I hope that one day, I’ll be able to repay the favour and somehow change the world.

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