Wednesday, June 24, 2009

the hardest part of travel...

People say that saving up is hard, they say that packing is hard... but what about deciding where you want to go?! 
My problem here is that I have the worst case of wanderlust known to mankind. It's the kind where your not sure where you want to go, you just kinda want to go everywhere. How on earth can you pick where to go if you want to go everywhere?! The two biggies I'm considering are Australia and Europe. 
I'm not talking going for a week or whatever, I'm thinking working holiday here. I can legally work anywhere in the EU, so all I have to do is get my Italian passport ready. I'd start in England and slowly move towards Ireland then come down and do the entirety of the continent, I'd come home, remake some money, brag to friends (lets be honest here.), save up a bit and head to Australia. 
If I went to Australia first, I'd get a working holiday visa for the max stay (I hear it's 6 months) Get a job, explore the country, do a bit of reckoning- I've become quite familiar with the act- then I'd head to New Zealand and Fiji and just max out all of my working holiday visas, come home, remake some money, brag to friends (honesty is the best policy!) save up a bit and head to Europe. 
Of course, Annie and Jen are debating doing European transfers, and this affects things. How awesome would it be to be living in Europe at the same time as them?! 
I'm totally at a crossroads and of course I know the decision is ultimately mine, but I'd like some opinions. I mean, a second perspective couldn't hurt. 
Ideas?

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Style and the Workplace

For those of you who don't know, upon the return of my European venture, I have landed an office job. I am far more proud of meeting my Mothers deadline of ending the job hunt- let me tell ya, it's something to be proud of. 
There is a problem (well, there's a few problems, but I'm only going to get into the one here). Every morning I am faced with a terrible challenge. I wake up, look in my closet and think, "oh St. Anne, what do I wear?" (there's no patron saint of fashion or stylists so I hit up the saint of seamstresses. St. Anne and I have had some deep chats.) 
When I was 5, I would refuse to wear anything that wasn't a skirt or a dress. I really did fancy myself a princess and pants were not the most princessy attire. I then progressed to not wearing jeans- EVER until I got a super cute embroidered pair when I was about nine. After that, I've learnt to LIVE in jeans. 
It's not just the comfort issue. I'm gonna lay it out here: I'm a tall girl. I'm 5'10" and most clothes are made for girls who are 5'6". Thats 4 inches of body that often gets weirdly distributed in the leg, which just so happens to be where I hold like all of my height. 
"But Sandy," You're probably saying right now, as most do, "I always have to hem my pants, it's so annoying." My response is simple: shut up. At least you CAN hem your pants. Have you ever tried to ADD fabric? I promise you, the results are gross and they look like, well you tried to add fabric to the bottom of pants. Little bottom panels also make legs look shorter. "Well Sandy," You're no doubt thinking, "Buy pants in long!" Ok,  I would like you to go out into town, and first off, LOCATE the pants in long, and secondly, find them in a size above 8. Good luck to ya. 

I just wish people who had to hem pants would stop complaining. Seriously, If you don't want to pay a tailor, learn to sew. Or do what my friends do and find a friend who sews- just make sure ya buy her dinner for those hems. Us Seamstresses deserve it.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

call me corny but....

Maybe I've been listening to too many cheesey love songs, but I've been thinking a lot about love and attraction. Well more the attraction bit, why do we like the people we do?
I've also thought a lot about types, what constitutes a type, and why are we attracted to them?

Science has it all down to, well a science with a bunch of crap about hormones and pheremones and other stuff perfume companies try to sell us, but I can't help thinking it might be something more. Think about about it: The human brain is a computer, but yet it's far more sophisticated than a computer. If the entire thing was left to smell, symmetry and waist to hip ratio.... well that sounds so analytical. A computer- mind you it'd have to be a super fancy, not-from-now one, would still be able to analyze it. It would definitely explain the whole having a physical type. 

Lets move away from the physical though. A lot of theorizing has been done on why women who stay in abusive relationships are more likely to get into another one. Wouldn't one thing it would be the opposite simply because they know the signs? Why do they say women always go for men who are like their fathers? I think that there must be something more there. I think that people are more linked to emotions than to physical attributes, but why? How can we figure out what attributes are most pleasing to people? They did it with physical stuff didn't they?

People turn to science for answers, but what if there's no answer to the simple complexities of the human brain. It seems so obvious: people like nice people. What constitutes as nice? Many find the textbook idea of a good person to be overbearing and judgmental. 

There aren't really answers are there, and I'm not sure if I like the idea of some old guy in a lab coat mixing chemicals or slicing brains (There was an article in wired) to try to figure it out. I mean, should we really let someone who came up with the idea to slice up the human brain decide how we link emotions?

Monday, June 15, 2009

A Note About Coming Home

I've come to learn the true meaning of having a lifestyle. 
Ok, I'm going to backtrack on this one to May 14th. I was getting ready to go to Europe and quite frankly, I was not happy. Not about the Europe bit, about life, about my life. It's true I have amazing friends, and yes, I have a stable family and a super cute dog. I'm constantly upbeat so logically there can't be anything wrong, but yet there is.

I'm not exactly sure, but from the minute I came home I felt.... burdened. I'm not sure by what exactly, but It felt like a dark force (star wars moment) was pushing me into a cemetery that was my life here with the words "here lies responsibility, dental surgery your too scared to get, and secrets beyond any comprehension. Home, Rest in Peace". 

I realized something big: I left a life that I never really liked in the first place. How do you return to something that you don't want and somehow be okay with it? 
I've chosen to tolerate it, I got a job like my mom wanted, I'll keep living at home and wishing I never had to see my parents again and I'll be stuck in the rut of this lifestyle for as long as it takes me to shake things up again and get out of it. 
I just hope to god that happens really, really soon.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

2 of 3 have returned! :D

Greetings all! I got back from Scotland on Wednesday and threw myself right back into life on the west coast. Scotland seems like a WORLD away even though that's where I was just four or five days ago.

First of all, we had fantastic luck with the weather. Scotland is not known for it's good weather, so I had come prepared with largely on the warmer side clothes and rain coat and such, but does it rain? Not once. By the time we got to Edinburgh it was even quite warm and sunny, and we actually had to buy sunscreen (or sun cream as they call it), which shocked me... I actually got a teeny burn on my neck, I was astounded. I had been expecting torrential downpours and cold wet feet, but not sunshine and burn fear. :S Crazy times.

Second of all, both of the places we stayed in (one in Glasgow one in Edinburgh) were quite nice, but the one in Edinburgh was much better. The apartment in Glasgow was very nice: it was a set of three old town houses that had been converted into a hotel, and they were very ornate and elegant, but they could have done with an update and a bit of a cleaning. Not stylistically updated, you understand: no one more than myself appreciates a good dose of 19th century decorating. But you shouldn't have to sacrifice comfort for elegance. Like, the seat cushions on all of the (wonderful old) chairs were COMPLETELY worn out, so that when you sat down they sank so low you could barely get up again. Plus the cot they gave us (me) to sleep on (Grandma got the real bed, it was only right...) creaked something terrible and had very little support, but it wasn't too too bad. The real problem with the apartment was that it was just too far away from town and anytime we went somewhere we had to get a taxi, which got a bit expensive.

The Edinburgh apartment was much newer and therefore more comfortable. Plus it had a couch bed so I got some decent sleep, finally. For whatever reason we made much better use of the kitchen in the Edinburgh apartment as well (Dad thinks it's because we weren't out visiting or on trips in the evenings so much). The only trouble in this apartment was that it could have used a good dust and vacuum around the corners (there were a few dust bunnies and cobwebs), but other than that it was fine. We made good use of the washing machine, as both of us were running low on clean clothes.

Third, the shopping was Far better in Glasgow than in Edinburgh. In Edinburgh it seemed like every store we passed was almost exactly the same as the last, all selling fake, mediocre kilts and clan memorabilia at over hiked prices. Glasgow seemed much more like a real place, because there were just Far too many tourists in Edinburgh. It didn't help that Princes Street was completely under construction as they put in a new tram line, and nearly everything in the city that we visited was either closed already or about to be so. In other words, Edinburgh was not a very encouraging place. My advice would be to visit Glasgow.

I hope everyone is enjoying the good weather that seems to extend all the way around the globe at the moment! Happy summer time.