Advice as Given by a Grand.

  I must be a seasonal writer.  I somehow manage to blog at the beginning and end of each season.  I figured it was becoming time to let go of a little of my old life and give myself a new...outlook...on the world wide web.  So, out with the old and in with the fact that I have too much time on my hands.

Since the last time I ranted to no one in particular, I have traveled far and wide over this great country we call the US of A.  From East Coast to West Coast, I've visited friends and family looking for a place to call my own.  And somehow, I still end up home, in Wyo. Nothing wrong with that of course.  People here can't get enough of me.  However, when you've outdone yourself by the age of 25, it leaves too much room for improvement. It also gives you a big head in which you believe yourself qualified for all types of occupations from Project Manager of a 'world renown' NGO to barista at a local cafe.  And at the ravenous pace of which I am applying to jobs, I could find myself cleaning the shitters at a 'world renown' National park by next week, or recruiting poor fools to enter the same 2 year post I held by November.  Whatever the outcome, here I find myself, 4 months home (hmm...) without a job (yikes...) and living with my parents (fun!!!). 

But there is no use in feeling sorry for one's self.  My opportunities are endless and only limited by a shit economy where the jobs I am qualified for don't exist because people can't afford another employee and the jobs that are available I am so far overqualified for I may as well be a PhD in manual labor, outdoor work or food service. Really the only person I take advice from anymore, much to the dismay of family and friends, is my online horoscope since it passes no judgment and lets me interpret the advice myself.  In my own world, I can understand the following sentence of "A full moon tonight is your invitation to stop feeling obliged to accept an unsatisfactory situation and to set about changing it!" to actually mean "Lisa, there is no reason why you should be watching the Real Housewives of New Jersey without a box of wine!  Go get that Shiraz girl and alter this unsatisfactory situation into a extremely satisfactory one!!"  Of course, I could be more mature than that...I could buy a bottle instead of a box.

But in the end, I think constantly of Uganda.  Constantly of those I love there.  Constantly of how to make a meaningful life here, rather than there.  And, even, constantly of how I can get myself back there. Gramps tells Sar and I, " You know what they say about nostalgia? It's the wave of the future."  Everyone's got a right to their glory days.

Sometimes, it's a sad strange journey, rather than just a strange one.  And all you can do to hold on is embrace it, and when you get to the fork in the road - take it.

Wow. That was corny.


...I guess I don't just listen to my horoscope.  What do you know, Gramps?!