We watched Eat Pray Love last night. I won’t comment on the movie too much, although to say for a story with such potential, I was pretty disappointed and sorry for making Rob sit through it.
The movie though, did spark an idea.
In 2007, I took my own journey. To transform. To reflect. To figure life out. To figure myself out.
In 2006, I’d ended a relationship that ended up feeling a little more like a divorce. Good-bye house, good-bye dog, good-bye beautiful garden which I’d worked so hard to create (looking back, this is what I was most upset about). It was the relationship that we think we all want until we are trapped inside and we wake up one morning and realize that everything that seems like it should be so right, is in fact, so completely wrong.
It took me almost another year to be able to quit my job. A job thatI had been in for seven years, and that I knew from the beginning was desperately wrong for me. Yet, I stuck it out, because, isn’t that what we are supposed to do? Wasn’t it going to get better? I found a diary entry I wrote almost five years ago when I was kicked out of Urumqi airport, which closed in the middle of the night (what kind of airport shuts down in the middle of the night and they kick all the travellers out?) and was huddling in my sleeping bag with my laptop and camera tucked safely inside.
August 29, 2007: I feel like my old job stripped me of everything I was, took my dreams and shattered my soul. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own. But between bad relationships and work, I lost the ability to answer simple questions like “What kind of music do you like?”, “what would you like for dinner?” I was so used to doing what I was told, obeying orders, trying to please, that I had forgotten who I was, what I wanted, and what living life was all about.
I needed time with my thoughts, to experience new things, and some time with me.
So I decided to take a little trip while finishing up my Master’s Degree in Peacebuilding and Human Security.
The main part of my travels took me through Uganda, Rwanda, Tanzania, Kenya, Sudan, Egypt, Jordan, Syria, Turkey, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, Krgzystan, China (with a little hop home to Canada), Mongolia and by air to India. I learned though, two important lessons on a trip I took before this journey, to Nepal, and one I took after, to Corsica.
During the next few weeks I’ll share the lesson that I learned through my travels in each of these places. I’ll try to focus on one key word or phrase that sums up the country/my experiences/and the lessons it taught me.
Every journey has a beginning, a middle and an end, so Nepal is where this story will begin, and Corsica is where it will end.
As a sneak-peak for the first entry, here is a photo of the Monkey temple in Nepal.