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and i’m back in the game!

Hello dear readers!

It’s me, Kathleen, your long lost backpacking blogger.  I’m back from South America and I look tan!  Wooohooo!  I went to five countries in 32 days, had “stomach issues” and saw flamingos.  Some other stuff too, I guess.  Now this is going to sound lame, but one of the things I missed most while away was writing for this blog.  Obviously though, M and M held down the fort quite well.  In fact, I’m happy to still have a “job” with this blog.  And a job it will be, because I still do not have a real one.  Haha.

It’s good to be back!

Oh, and just because it’s Wednesday, here is a special edition South American adventure Machu Picchu hump day cry face. (Yes, it was taken with a timer.  What of it?):

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[Posted by Kathleen]

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backpacking south america, home before christmas.

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So this is it.

I’m off to South America!

If you care, I’ll be posting my adventures (when I can get to a computer) at http://whereintheworldisksp.wordpress.com.  But keep reading Six Words!

Miss me!

[Posted by Kathleen]

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backpacking is not conducive to fashion.

In just a few days, I will be embarking on a crazy adventure to South America.  (Have no fear, dedicated readers. SWTCTW will be getting a guest blogger!)

I can’t wait.

In my mind, I had visions of looking somewhat cute in my pictures.  My rose-colored legit backpacker’s backpack, cute hiking shorts and a tank top, chilling in my Rainbows with a nice tan.  You know…looking like a really cool world traveler in her twenties. Then reality hit me like a case of food poisoning while shopping at EMS today–  I’m going to look absolutely heinous.

This ugly realization happened while perusing the shoe section.  I looked at the hiking running shoes.  Ugh.  All repulsive.  I usually mock people who wear these shoes, but in my defense it’s because they unnecessarily wear them as everyday shoes.  I would actually “need” them.  So I tried on a pair that was less offensive than the rest.  After deciding I could live with them, I asked the guy if they were good for backpacking.  “You will die if you wear those shoes,” he said.  Quite forcefully, too.  DIE?!  I’m scared enough as it is!  I don’t need your fear-mongering on top of my parents’ completely-expected-but-still-a-little-confidence-rattling paranoia, EMS dude.  He then pointed me to a pair of shoes that made my stomach lurch.  Yes, the ones pictured above.  I was panicked.  He told me I was going to die if I didn’t get these shoes!

The truth is that I’m just not that hardcore.  When I say backpacking, I mean exploring the continent with a backpack…not spelunking and scaling mountains.

And I’ve changed the mental picture I have of myself traveling.  I’m not looking to sound or act prissy.  So what if I’m wearing clothes that aren’t the most flattering?  So what if I don’t look my absolute best?  Who am I trying to impress?  I’m just glad I’m going.  I’m going to see the world and I don’t care what I have to look like to get there.

But those shoes?  NO WAY.  My old pair of kicks will just have to do.

[Posted by Kathleen]

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so begins my quarter life crisis.

So yesterday I’m just driving along, listening to my beloved iPod, when “Hand In My Pocket” by my beloved Alanis comes on.  This time, however, was different from the 500,000 other times I listened to it.  I still sang poorly and confused the verses, but this time the song really resonated with me.  I mean REALLY resonated.  So I put that shiz on repeat.  Alanis and her harmonica were slaying me.  Then it hit me. Uh oh.  I am now an angsty 20-something and Alanis’ music actually applies to me.  (And everyone else, but you know what I mean.)

I began to evaluate my life.  I’m very happy, yet emo at the same time.  I’m with someone who finds my jokes tolerable (I’m funnnnny!), I’m working on a campaign (trying to be an agent of change and save the world) and living at home (if you live at home post-college, there is no explanation needed), going to South America post Election Day (backpacking around in hopes of finding some adventure), and hopefully going to grad school next fall (read: I’m not entirely sure what I want to do in life other than see the world and blog.  But this will buy me some more time.  Kidding…kind of.)

But who cares? No big deal. I want mooooooooooooooooooooooooooore.

That being said, I come up with a new plan every day.  Two days ago, I decided I wanted to become an alpaca farmer.  Seriously.  I saw some Alpacas at a local fair and fell in love with the little bucktoothed buggers.  They’re completely heinous and totally hilarious.  What can I say? I have an affinity for inner beauty.  I took a picture of one.  He is my new muse:

Cute, right?

I’m all over the place.  Just tonight I have looked at jobs with National Geographic, HuffingtonPost, and political consulting firms.  Three weeks ago I envisioned myself moving to Seattle.  Who knows?  Maybe tomorrow I’ll decide to go to med school.  Or maybe I can just get a pair of scrubs and pretend…

While this is definitely my quarter life crisis, I don’t think it’s unhealthy.  I’m in no real hurry.  I am, in fact, only 22–although I feel like a dinosaur when I get Facebooked by people born in the 1990s.  I’ve still got a lot of questions that need to be answered.  Like, what is a fire, and why does it…what’s the word…burrrrrrrrrrrrn. (That’s two Little Mermaid references in one post. Heyyyyo.)

When I do settle down, I’ll be ready for it.  And like I said before, I’m happy right now.  I’d try and describe how I feel some more (it’s half my blog I can talk about feelings all I want!), but hey, Alanis puts it best.

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab.

[Posted by Kathleen]

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