Hello world
I'm back. It's been a while. No big reason, I guess I just needed a break from blogging. I needed to figure out what I wanted to do with the blog. I didn't come to any big conclusions or had any big revelations. But here I am again. Feeling ready to write about my life in Alaska and my general state of mind.
I'm currently on vacation in California. James and I are taking a long waited break from our daily lives and enjoying some sunLIGHT and Lower-48 (what Alaskans call the 48 states usually thought of as the US and all stuck together south of Canada) culture for two whole weeks. We have three days left until we go back north. It has been wonderful so far. The sun, the heat, meeting James' uncle, aunt and cousins, meeting up with friends, traveling around desert and big cities. An awesome and much needed break!
I have done my share of back-packing, but for this trip I wanted a more luxurious approach. We rented a car and we have been staying in two-star hotels. I was feeling a big snobbish about it all and James can sleep in a bush if he has to (that is a quote) so tonight I booked us at a cheap motel in LA. It's currently 1 in the morning and people are talking loudly in the rooms on both sides of us. Our room is a smoking room, because that is how they come at this cheap motel. The pillow cases have black spots. I think I will go back to my two-star comfort zone pretty quickly. I don't know why I feel bad about spending money on better hotels - but there is something about not being a young, careless backpacker anymore that really gets to me. Because I was. I have travelled around Central America alone. I have slept at hostels in Italy by myself. I have carried all of my stuff around on my back for weeks at a time. Where did that Cecilie go? Because this Cecilie is quite worried about sleeping at this crappy motel tonight and I'm not even alone. I chose to be the DD when we went out this evening. I felt like a daredevil when we went off the trails in the desert. I can't wait to go to a Farmer's Market tomorrow. And the hippies at the hippie beach in San Diego quite frankly seemed a little off their rockers so we went jogging in the senior citizen area instead.
I'm not that old, yet I seem to have developed a strong need for security and comfort. I'm not sure I like this pillow I'm building around myself. But I'm not sure if I want to let it go either.
So there. I'm back. More philosophical than ever.
I'm currently on vacation in California. James and I are taking a long waited break from our daily lives and enjoying some sunLIGHT and Lower-48 (what Alaskans call the 48 states usually thought of as the US and all stuck together south of Canada) culture for two whole weeks. We have three days left until we go back north. It has been wonderful so far. The sun, the heat, meeting James' uncle, aunt and cousins, meeting up with friends, traveling around desert and big cities. An awesome and much needed break!
I have done my share of back-packing, but for this trip I wanted a more luxurious approach. We rented a car and we have been staying in two-star hotels. I was feeling a big snobbish about it all and James can sleep in a bush if he has to (that is a quote) so tonight I booked us at a cheap motel in LA. It's currently 1 in the morning and people are talking loudly in the rooms on both sides of us. Our room is a smoking room, because that is how they come at this cheap motel. The pillow cases have black spots. I think I will go back to my two-star comfort zone pretty quickly. I don't know why I feel bad about spending money on better hotels - but there is something about not being a young, careless backpacker anymore that really gets to me. Because I was. I have travelled around Central America alone. I have slept at hostels in Italy by myself. I have carried all of my stuff around on my back for weeks at a time. Where did that Cecilie go? Because this Cecilie is quite worried about sleeping at this crappy motel tonight and I'm not even alone. I chose to be the DD when we went out this evening. I felt like a daredevil when we went off the trails in the desert. I can't wait to go to a Farmer's Market tomorrow. And the hippies at the hippie beach in San Diego quite frankly seemed a little off their rockers so we went jogging in the senior citizen area instead.
I'm not that old, yet I seem to have developed a strong need for security and comfort. I'm not sure I like this pillow I'm building around myself. But I'm not sure if I want to let it go either.
So there. I'm back. More philosophical than ever.
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