Her Salty Soul

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Where is She?

Decemeber 2014

My trip to Nicaragua was a dream. I fell in love with the country, the people, and the waves. It was a different kind of love than what I felt in Morocco. I was able to assimilate more easily. I absorbed and learned more of the language in my time there than I have been able to process in the last 8 years of Spanish courses. I woke up early, not because I had to but because I wanted to. The sun was up, the day was new. I was able to take breaks from computer work to go to yoga. & taught surf lessons during the day. I was doing what truly made me happy. I challenged myself everyday in the ocean and learning the language. The experience for me was unparalleled. I met people I can truly call friends.

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The hardest part of traveling is saying goodbye. Some people think the most difficult part is leaving home, saying goodbye to friends and family. I used to think this too until my last trip to Morocco. I cried for two hours on the plane home. Sounds embarrassing right?  It’s not easy. I was saying goodbye to a girl who I’d just spent one of the greatest journeys of my life thus far with. I was moving on, not knowing when the next time I’d see her again, and I was also closing the door on one of the most amazing times of my life.  Its tough to go somewhere that you love so deeply and to make connections that will one day, inevitably need to be broken. Well, Nicaragua was no different. I woke up at 3 am for my transfer to the airport. Said goodbye to my best friends and sobbed the entire 2 hour ride to the airport. I cried because I knew it was over. That beautiful, carefree, & new, summer was finished. I didn’t know when I’d see my new friends again, if ever. It’s a constant pull in both directions. Do I return to the place I fell in love with and reunite with my friends again? or Do I move on, and embark on my next big trip of a lifetime? Its like being caught between a rock and a hard place. There is no right answer. In reality, I will probably fall in love with anywhere I go, and make friendships around the world but it’s not as easy as it sounds to just keep rolling.

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So, that brings me here. I’ve been home for about 5 months now. I have to say, the first 2 were miserable. This is the longest I’ve been home since December 2013 and I struggled trying to  fit back in to being stationary or stuck, as it felt. Last year I’d come home for a month, maybe even two at a time. I’d have my focus in working to make money for my next trip. Now that I knew I’d be home for the foreseeable future I had a hard time dealing with it. I had to fit back in with the friends I kept leaving. The idea of going out to bars no longer interested me, I felt like being home was depressing. Same old stuff. I didn’t have anything booked & no future plans of leaving. That honestly, stressed me out. My only direction was making enough money to go somewhere new. Many people would tell me I was only running away from things I didn’t want to deal with at home.  Part of me agreed but the other part didn’t particularly see a problem with that. I realized that none of this was making me happy. I decided to make myself happy where I was, with what I had, right now. I went back to the gym, started learning graphic design in order to pursue my career goals, and got back in the swing of hanging around here.

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Things have been great, I have a lot to look forward to and it’s been really nice being home and mentally present with my family & enjoying their company. I was able to book a ticket back to Nicaragua (as my Birthday gift to myself) to visit my buds and surf for a few weeks coming up after New Years. It will be nice to get away for a bit, come back  with a clear mind and keep working on my goals.

As far as the rest of the year goes for me?

A quick getaway with my family to Florida in April, A European road trip from Spain to Italy with my Mom, & I get to see my best dutch girl Merel in America in August. Things aren’t slowing down for me. & I can’t wait for whats ahead.

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May 2014

I’ve done my best to keep the ball rolling with adventures. After a quick road trip recovery getaway  to Florida, I settled in to life at home for a month. It was a rough four weeks of work but I made sure to enjoy the beginning of NJ summer before I hopped on a plane again.

 

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At the end of June I escaped to Sonoma, California for a long weekend before I shipped out on my next journey.

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A week later I was on a plane, (or three) en-route to Nicaragua. A melody of opportunity and the need for new horizons lead me to Tola, Nicaragua for the next three months. So far so good.

nica

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