Perspective

Sometimes when you think you've stained your bedspread with the water from your pink birthday flowers...

you've really only made apparent the fact that your duvet is red...

Sometimes when you've tried several times to unlock your office at night without success...

you psyche yourself out and assume someone's lurking in there to lock you out...

but really you just stink at unlocking the door...

 

Sometimes when you think you just taught the worst lesson of your life...

you've really just learned how being a teacher works...

Sometimes when you are exceedingly intrigued about a building and want to find what's at the top...

it turns out to be seven flights of department stores...

with some excitingly sketchy staircases...

Sometimes when you feel like a failure who could never meet anyone's expectations...

you need to remember that you are capable of anything...even if it takes a lot of work...

Sometimes when you worry that your students won't like you...

you don't need to because they will love you before you say anything...

Sometimes when you think you've traveled across the world to a foreign land, culture, and language....

you have...

but there are still universalities, such as classic cafeteria mystery meat...

 

Sometimes when you're pushed out of your comfort zone...

you have to work hard to make a new comfort zone...

but, in so doing, you will find a happy place...

Things will always turn out alright in the end...

But remembering that they will is the tricky part.
 

Everyone

I think about everyone...

As I post this from my email because I'm too cheap for a VPN

As I watch the green lasers in the Symphony of Lights show across the harbor

As I look at wrinkly, caveman depictions of early settlers of Hong Kong

As I sing loudly on the ferry across the harbor

As I spend the longest time out of thirty-five home-dawgs reading every plaque in the history museum

As I learn that the Japanese bombed Hong Kong in December 1941 and I wonder how I could live my whole life without knowing that

As I realize how grateful I am that I brought tissues and hand sanitizer to Asia

As I get sick of malls, stores, and markets faster than everyone else

As I ride cable cars above the harbor and into the mountains

As I eat delicious Indian food and learn that I love naan

As I rave about how efficient the subway system is here and how one day I hope Utah will understand and America will ditch the car idea and adopt the subway

As I take pictures of all the recycling bins I see

As my roommates buy converters from the street market for two American dollars

As I become best friends with the Chinese teenagers that accompany our group on our adventures

As I climb stairs faster than necessary just because I can

As I realize how big the world is and how small I am...

And how grateful I am for all the good and wonderful people in every continent!  

Sometimes One Takes One's Motion-Sickness-Prone Self Out of One's Deserty Bubble to a Humid Climate

Three flights.
Three boarding passes.
Three airplanes.

Three journeys through security.
Two in the good ol' USA.
One in frozen Korea.

The first stamp in my passport is next to my one and only visa.

That's right.  This girl made it 15 time zones away and got to skip Single-Awareness Day altogether.  Take that, world!  Ironically, after over 17 hours on a plane she died on the bus.  You see, Hong Kong, like Provo, enjoys round-abouts...or the Asian equivalents of such.  So this motion-sick girl could not handle the bus...much like all those times she tried to take the bus between the blue and red counties back home...

The good news is Hong Kong knows it's my birthday, Korean people and Korean Air are beautiful, and there are dragons in the malls here!  Watch out HK, here I come!  I will conquer your humid climate...

And adventurize your guts out!

Once Upon a Time a Nonconformist Took a Holiday

Well folks, it appears as though my nonconformist took a vacation as of late.  
Perhaps it's because I'm leaving the country for the first time tomorrow so I feel the need to belong somewhere.  
Perhaps Blogger is a way to fill the void of sharing my thoughts on the inter-web.   
Peradventure it makes me feel more connected to the world, even though I've mostly detached myself from pop culture recently (Victory!).  
Maybe going on adventures causes people to justify abandoning some of their less strict principles such as not buying fashionable things like golden-yellow skinny pants and a star shirt with sequins.  
Perchance these less-than-ironclad principles were not reasonably founded in the first place.  
Perhaps that part of me that's wanted a blog for eons for the sake of publishing the Conceited Journal finally won the struggle within my soul.  
Suppose the reason is a schmorgasborge of all of the above.  
Maybe this is the way to learn how to spell crazy words like "schmorgasborge" or invent my own spelling! 
The World Wide Web is MINE...and everyone else's, but yes.  That was my substitute for "the world is mine," but that too belongs to everybody...FOILED AGAIN!  Oh well...
Since I've transitioned from pondering the secrets of life to being my usual crazy self so successfully, we can now appreciate the contrast in this post which creates depth and meaning...
Now I'm just making stuff up...
Except not really...  
I think this post excellently exemplifies my exceedingly eccentric essence.  (How's that for assonance, eh?)
Well, I hope you like to put ninjas in your jello and frogs in your cakes, otherwise you are missing out on some of the greatest things life has to offer.
Yours,
Smelly Ogre
Baking Fairy in Training