Sketchism

So I’m back home and I’m trying to get used to my old routine. It’s strange how only a week in another country can turn things upside down for me. Someone once told me that the perfect way to ruin a worldview is by traveling. It’s a challenging statement that has been stuck in my mind ever since. I wonder if the reason for this is because one is exposed to an abundance of ideas and new sights when they are in other parts of the worlds. So much so that it innately risks an abandonment, or at least a rethinking, of previous thoughts of the world one lives in.

Now I’m back to driving and ordering lunch and taking naps after a long day of work. When I was in Brazil, I had less to concern myself with. I walked the blocks, food was everywhere, and the naps were even more peaceful. The one reality check that confirms my return home: traffic. There are days when I grip that steering wheel and literally yell at the cars surrounding me. I do not look forward to driving everyday.

I’ve decided that I will return to Brazil soon. I’m not exactly sure how soon, to be honest, but December would be perfectly fine with me. There are a few obstacles I must face before that happens, however. One, of which is school. Being the uninformed, lazy student that I am, I have no idea when the semesters begin and end. I will have to overcome this as soon as possible. A second obstacle is finance. Budgeting is a concept I am semi-familiar with, though I admit that my methods could improve. I’m trying to gather up enough money for a good laptop, a nice home someday, some sick albums, and most importantly traveling. If I can get my act together I’ll have enough for all. Those four desires occupy the majority of my thoughts these days. And my last obstacle is work. Traveling is great and all, but it’s tough to come home with the same bills I left. And I don’t like abandoning my workmates for too long. Apparently they need me every now and again. They’re great people and I’d hate to leave them with a void at work.

I long to fill another void as well. There’s an absence of love I think. Not so much in receiving, but in giving. My life has become a sponge for pampering and attention. I need to get my hands dirty with love for those who need it. My heart says orphans. I think I’ll do that. If anyone knows a good orphan organization I could volunteer at, let me know. I’ll be doing some research as well.

A shout out to the Ribeiros in Brazil: I love you guys. Miss you like crazy. Thanks for all the food and bread. Thanks for loving me like your own. I plan on returning the favor.