Any day now:
Any day now I will slow down and overcome my non-stop jet lag since arriving back in Amerika this summer. It seems every few weeks I'm off again to somewhere far enough away (it's always far when Hawaii is one's HQ) where I"m discombobulated for a few days.
Any day now I will learn to play the ukulele. Should be a bit difficult this year as I left my ukulele with Ada back in Gaziantep, Turkey. Maybe she can learn to play it and send me some YouTube videos. This would make me feel good.
Any day now I should be updating my blog with a proper post about what I did this summer... This seems a daunting task so far as I've done so many things that are, in my humble opinion, worth mentioning- ahem... *patting myself on the back* Just know that I have been writing about all my doings and I should be able to transfer that into my usual, traditional baffling postings... Some highlights though:
Driving across (most) the country in a semi-truck
Gambling while driving across (most) the country in a semi-truck
Hanging out at my mom's place with my brothers
Working in DC to prepare for stint as a Georgetown University English Language Fellow (Bahrain)
Lounging like a lizard on various Maui beaches as such a denizen does when they are home on RNR
Zipping around Maui's roadways on a cute, red moped gathering the most unusual observations
Touring some of Amerika's most famous sites (I am talking microbreweries here)...
Experiencing cocktail culture with MisSimone at various non-famous Maui watering holes
Island hopping with friends
Any day now I will get it together to make it to my tax appointment. Oh wait, that is today... Don't worry Salma, All I need now is a calculator and I'm good to go
Any day now I will find a meaningful relationship with a member of the lesser species... "meaningful" being the key word there
Any day now I will start compiling all my writings from throughout the years and start to think about "the tell-all book" that will eventually rise from the ashes of it all... Lemme know now if you want a specific code name...
Any day now I'll figure out the 'tickings' of this mad, mad world and save us all, or just myself- IDK. I suspect it has something to do with Red Velvet Cupcakes, tequila from the Blue Agave plant, great inner circle of friends, great inner circle of family, a health regime consisting of running/yoga with a base of wholesome foods, Acai smoothies, a decent job, & access to first class while flying. If so, I'm doing pretty good- except for the first class shit. As a matter of fact, I'm writing this in bed after a full day's journey from Washington DC-Maui yesterday so yea, I'm jet lagged, again.
Any day now I'll stop buying books that I always have to lug around while moving to various locales around the globe. For instance, in DC last week (frickin AWESOME city BTW) I went on a walkabout from Woodley Park to KramerBooks- one of the AWESOME independent bookstores of the area (never made it to "Politicians and Poets"- next time). I bought 5-6 books I believe. And then, at the GU ELF ( Georgetown University English Language Fellowship) convention, I bought about 5 more... Oh yea, you guys are going to be seeing a lot of GU ELF here, so please familiarize yourselves with it. In fact, I know I read somewhere in the handbook that I need to make a statement about 'my views are my own', etc. for me to keep up with this blog- forthcoming for sure, if I remember...
I want to keep with this thread here by mentioning that we (expats) all do what we need to to not only 'survive', but to enjoy our time living where we do. It's not a vacation, we want to feel settled. For me, that usually consists of a cat and books in the apartment. The cat thing I haven't gotten around to yet, but the books- the books are key elements to enjoying my time at 'home.' I know most of 'us' use Kindles, etc, but I just can't do it. I need books. I need pages to turn. I need paper clips to mark my spot. I need books messing up my floor in a late-night fit of wonder and amazement. You know this kinda night expats- it consists of lying on the couch at first and reading something which then leads to something you remember (from a book) and then the intense desire to FIND that bit of information that isn't quite 'right' in your mind. You know you have it somewhere... While you are searching for said piece of information, you come across your Aleister Crowley Thoth set of tarot cards... YES! WINNING! Now it's time to put the voodoo to the burning question of, "Why did that relationship with that weird guy turn out so weird?" "Was he a spy?" Or, "Why does he still live with his mother?" Or, "Why does he drink so much tea and not beer?" Some more favorites:
"I wonder how old he is?"
"Why won't he go home?" (Rasmiyeh has secret knowledge to this burning question and I am forever in her debt for her assistance with this).
You know, this goes on for a while. Candles become involved (yes, I bring my own stash of soy candles from Mana Foods here in Paia on the lovely island of Maui. I typically bring "Tuscan Blood Orange" and "Mexican Chocolate" (those 2 being of the large, slow-burning variety) along with about 4 little candles of different scents). This has to be BTW. If you forget this key component in your luggage, you fail at all those anticipated "Bewitching Hour" (as I so affectionately call them) moments.
So, when that passes, then you get hungry. Why am I continuing on with this? IDK. I forget. Let's get back to the original line of thought...
Soooo yes, books. Any day now I will figure it out. This will segway into my next point:
Any day now I will have the MOST PERFECT luggage assortment. Honestly, I have loads of experience with this. Imma say right now that one can't possibly go wrong in securing a quiver of Da Kine Rolling Duffel Bags. I have 3. Currently 2 are in Gaziantep, with Ada, awaiting my return... So that leaves one left for me here- to accompany me to my next home, Bahrain. Now, while I was at mum's this summer enjoying the perfect North Woods summer temperatures, I was also doing loads of research. My brothers were amazed that I could spend so much time researching something so unassuming as luggage. Well, my time paid off. I purchased a French carry-on (Lippault) microfiber 4-wheel drive roller (not sure what you really call them). It is cool (like the material from the famous Prada bags). The color is eggplant. It is effortless. So, now that I have my carry-on, I need to purchase a large checked-luggage 4-wheel drive roller. This is, of course, to carry all those friggin books... and candles... etc. etc. I will also use my shitty Istanbul back-alley purchased large, flimsy rolling duffel as a 3rd if needed...
Any day now I will receive my international drivers license. I thought I would come back from DC to an int'l drivers license in the mail from AAA. BUT I didn't. It was returned because the photocopy of my Hawaii DL was too dark... Damn. Imma gonna get that photocopied, again, and send it off, again. And impatiently wait all week for the int'l DL. I might emphasize IMPATIENTLY again just because. This is emphasized because I'm, apparently, going to be driving a car in Bahrain. This is part of the 'in kind' wording of my contract. This is a pleasant surprise- I think. BTW, I don't even need an int'l DL to drive in Bahrain, but I still want to IMPATIENTLY wait for it. I love amassing documents for some unknown reason. I believe it stems from my mother being a librarian during my childhood. This is also the source of all my book collection addictions as well I'm quite sure. Damit.
Any day now I will receive my visa for Bahrain. It is still being 'processed.' All I know is that I'm leaving in prolly less than 2 weeks. That's good enough for me. That's a hella lotta beach days to IMPATIENTLY wait for my int'l DL.
Any day now I'm going to transfer all my info from my old Mac Book Pro to my new Mac Book Pro. Yes, I experienced a Mac Attack while in Georgetown with Leslie. We walked from Woodley Park to Georgetown specifically so I could drool over some new Mac products. I was not let down, of course. We couldn't walk back afterwards as it started pouring rain while we were eating falafels and chatting up the Turkish-loving dude that worked at the falafel joint. He was impressing us with his broken Turkish. Anyway, it was a DC moment that I got to share with a new friend (that would be Leslie) and not the Turkish-loving dude. We saw some more ELFs caught in the rain and were swept away in the safety of a DC cab (I'm thinking here only of my Mac Book Pro's safety).
Any day now MisSimone will get up and make us some coffee and we will start our crazy day. Might I add that every day spent with MisSimone is a crazy day! Imma miss those crazy MisSimone days. When she does get up this morning we will:
talk about Mexican food and margarita's from last night
talk about what a disaster her living room is
talk about where to travel next
talk about the need to get our shit together because we both have tax appointments this am with Salma.
talk about Katie-girl's wedding plans and all the fun I will miss cuz I gotta be on a plane for 2 days...
talk about how we are NOT going to shop today after tax appointments, yet going into Paia to shop...
Any day now I'm going to post pictures, most likely randomly, on my blog of my most excellent summer. I'm so behind. I still haven't posted pictures from Portugal w/Solo_ojo from January/ February. What a loser. I also realize I've been remiss in my duties of updating my blog all summer. I apologize for this, but like I said earlier, I do have collected journal entries that should easily turn into blog postings (inshallah)...
Any day now Imma make it back to Alaska to see Svia- who I think about often and when I do, I smile.