I am Worldly
December 8, 2007
I am back. In the USA. After four months. I am excited to be back, but I have to admit I am a little apprehensive about the big adjustment that lies ahead. First off, I have changed and matured, basically become a more cultured person as a whole, and I don’t know how it’s gonna work trying to get along with people who haven’t grown with me.
I am not saying I will not try, but I definitely have a difficult road ahead of me. Maybe not as difficult as the muddy road I hiked to a 100 foot waterfall in a Thailand Jungle, or the rocky, mazed roads of Pompeii, but a road never-less. I just think this might be a readjusting period.
For example, when speaking to one of my roommates through skype from an internet cafe in Rayong Beach, Thailand (no time to explain where that is, you wouldn’t understand), I learned that my roommate’s are doing a weekly taco night. A TACO NIGHT. And this is the type of thing that gets their panties wet. Well call me crazy, Travis, but how is a taco night better than Oktoberfest? See what I mean.
And will anyone please explain to me how someone, like myself, who spent three weeks island hopping from one greek island to another is supposed to muster up any sort of mild excitement for coming home for christmas to Boulder, Colorado to see family and friends? Last time I checked there is absolutely no island hopping anywhere near that place.
What am I supposed to say when I get there? “Oh hi mom, hi dad it’s really good to see you?” When what I am really thinking is, hey dad – try maybe taking a peek at an Italian Vogue every once in a while, cause you look like a fucking asshole in that sweater. Just a peek is all.
Or Maybe I will fake an “Oh thanks little sis’ for the present, I love it!”. When what I really want to say is, wow where did you get this? Flatirons mall? That’s amazing you drove fifteen minutes to a mall; my gift comes from the nether regions of south eastern asia, but at least it will only take me less then one minute to throw this pedestrian shit in the garbage.
Only time will tell whether or not people are gonna step up to the challenge. Cause as it stands, I am in the penthouse at hotel worldly, and most of these people are down in the mail room. It’s not necessarily your fault and it is never to late to change, if you’re under fifty. So come on by sometime and say hi, just don’t expect to stay for tea unless you can have a conversation about bathing in the natural spa’s of Cambodia with Buddhist monks, or at least traversing the Berlin wall. Can’t wait to see you guys!