Thursday, April 25, 2013

Feeling Nostalgic

Even though San Diego is still new and I am constantly being stimulated and energized by the thrills of living in this coastal city, my travel bug never fully lies dormant. Below is an article based on an old blog post from when I was volunteering in India. I've revamped it in the hopes of submitting it to a blog site or magazine. Thought I'd share it here.


Learning to Surrender
India and I have a very clearly divided love/hate relationship. During my three month volunteer stint in a small provincial town called Hunsur, located in the state of Karnataka in Southern India,  I encountered multiple incidents daily that challenged, shocked, provoked, and mesmerized me. I had my fair share of both the vexing and euphoric moments that impacted my life, highlighting the sharp contrast that defines India. I lived for the sights, smells, and sounds that I knew only India could provide, and was thrilled to be living in a place that launched me out of my comfort zone. But the more frustrating incidents I endured, combined with my somewhat neurotic love of efficiency and order, radically altered my feelings toward my temporary country of residence at the drop of a hat. It took me a while to understand why culture shock was slapping me in the face every day; I was fighting India, and I refused to believe that I couldn’t win.

Just because something is different than what I’m used to, doesn’t make it wrong. This  became my mantra, but I quickly realized it’s a lot easier to believe than actually practice. I found myself getting annoyed, angry, and disheartened at things both trivial and heartbreakingly serious. Everything from the hour long bus ride to my volunteer site on a mostly deteriorated dirt road, to the 3 rupee bathroom fee they only made foreigners pay, to insect infestations and animals perpetually roaming the streets, to the barely existing regulations and teacher involvement at the school for tribal children I volunteered with, to looking into the childrens’ eyes and knowing that in all likelihood they would never know life outside their small village, grated against my preconceived notions of how the world should work. Looking back, I realize how vain and self-important I am to think that I hknew what it took to make a perfect world.

While in India I read Gregory David Roberts’ Shantaram, a mostly autobiographical book about an Australian escaped inmate who comes to live in the slums of Bombay. Chapter by chapter this page turner opened my eyes to how futile it is to adhere to my western mentality while living here in India and expect to get through one day without screaming. India has existed for over 5,000 years and will most likely not change to suit my preferences. And it shouldn’t change, because that would also mean altering the characteristics that I find irresistible.

Getting frustrated with a particular practice, belief, or ritual is a waste of time, and time is scarce.   Shantaram indirectly offers advice on how to cope with the subtle nuances as well as the gaping disparities between India and my comfortable life at home.  The incentives for accepting this advice, as well as for accepting the beautiful mess that is India, are plentiful and supreme.

Needless to say, I was never able to achieve enlightenment and fully accept the variances and frustrations that plagued my every day life. I don’t think any amount of time spent in India would allow me to completely come to terms with the injustices I witnessed. But when it came down to it, it had been entirely my decision to volunteer and reside in a rural town with little amenities, and I had done it willingly. I also knew that in a mere three months time, I was free to return to my comfortable home with all its American luxuries. So what possible right had I to complain?

Traveling to a new place will always inherently contain a certain amount of adjustments. But it’s up to the traveler to decide how much time they want to spend fighting to fix a culture before they can embrace the serenity that comes with integrating yourself into a culture. I can guarantee that it will hurt, but the treasures that you gain will be so worth it.

“Try to relax completely, and go with the experience. Just... let yourself go. 
Sometimes, in India, you have to surrender before you win.”
Shantaram, Gregory David Roberts




New Home

I moved! To an even better location than before. I live in a house with three other people, have my own room, and am foot steps from the bay. I couldn't be more thrilled with this next chapter of my San Diego life.




my cute little green house

view from my driveway

my backyard patio



It's the Simple Things

Yesterday, I was biking home from work and came to a four way stop. The two other vehicles present at the intersection were also bicycles.

While at the salon today, I met another wanderer whose enthusiasm and zest for travel enlivened my soul.

On the way to my babysitting job today I passed a palm tree-like bush whose fronds stretched out into the middle of the sidewalk. I purposely rode my bike through it to feel the fronds brush up against my legs.

Today I went surfing for the first time since being in California, which encapsulates several simple things:
1. I was instructed by someone I met upon arriving in San Diego and who I now consider a friend.
2. The said friend lives 2 blocks from the ocean, and owns multiple surfboards, so after locking up my bike at his house I walked barefoot to the beach, surfboard in tow.
3. I was out on the ocean as the sun went down.
4. I got to hang up my wetsuit in my backyard, just like all the other California surfers.

Who could ever ask for anything more than the simple things?


Sunday, April 21, 2013

More San Diegan Wanderings

The last month has been JAM-PACKED! I feel like I've hardly had time to sit and breath, but that's what makes my life so rewarding. Here's a quick peak at what I've been up to:

roadtrip to Dana Pointe to visit an old high school friend

hiking around Sunset Cliffs

hanging out with my brave mother who flew across the country to visit me

road tripped to Julian - the apple pie capital of America

bonding with my awesome international roommates

volunteering at Habitat for Humanity

celebrating St. Patty's Day and making new friends


traipsing around Balboa Park visiting the art shops and museums


zip lining at the Safari Park

sea cave kayaking


Monday, April 8, 2013

Off to Neverland

People always say how wonderful it is that I've traveled so much, and that I should do as much of it as I can while I'm still young. While I'm still young? I'm always a bit confused about this; it's as if I'll eventually get all this traversing around out of my system, as if when I "grow up" I have to stop living my life and doing what I love. I politely smile and say something about making the most of my responsibility-free time, but inside I am festering. This is not a stage I'm going through and I'm never going to feel that I've done enough and can now stop moving.

In honor of my pledge to retain my youthful, adventurous nature, I recently got a tattoo of the two stars from Peter Pan, written by J.M. Barrie. The directions to Neverland are "second star to the right and straight on til morning."


"If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, 
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!"