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The Taken by the Wind blog has sort of been taken out to pasture lately; neglected, abandoned.
I could say that it’s because I’ve been too busy apartment-hunting or studying for the GRE to write, but the truth is that I just think that I’ve grown tired of this subject-matter. I mean, how much longer can I continue to write about Japan, teaching English and traveling when I’m no longer doing any of those things?
Obviously if this blog is going to last, then it’s going to have to undergo a serious transformation. But the problem is…into what, exactly? Frankly I think that I just need a break from writing about myself. I’m beginning to think that there is such thing as too much introspection and that I could really benefit from just relaxing into the uncertainty of it all. Take a hiatus from over-analyzing life…because damn, it’s exhausting living this way.
I know that working for an airline will probably provide me with ample blog subject matter, but I don’t want this blog to become like one of the many flight attendant blogs, where I write exclusively about bitchy passengers and juicy, behind-the-scenes airline industry gossip. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I just don’t think that’s my thing.
As for my future, welll…
I’m taking a writing class. If I had to make a comparison, I’d say that it’s a lot like group therapy, although technically it’s a course on how to write a memoir. Each class, we sit around a circle and scribble a few pages of fuzzy memories and then share what we’ve written with one another. People write about overcoming drug addictions, coming out of the closet, rape and incest…it’s pretty intense. I walk away from the class depressed; images of blood spurting out of slit wrists and a 12-year-old getting jumped by a mob of racists in 1960’s San Francisco.
I’m hoping that the class will provide me with the motivation I need to just write a damn book already. Maybe one day (fingers crossed), you’ll find it in the travel section of the book store, right next to Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love…
Well, I can dream, right?
I’ve also decided to go to grad school. There’s a program called Masters International that partners with the Peace Corps and allows participants to do graduate work while volunteering for two years in the third world. I’ve only just begun the application process and I’m at least a year or two away from going (if I get accepted), but at least I now have something to work towards.
And that’s it, really. At the risk of sounding totally corny, I wanted to thank you for reading and for taking the time to comment or email me with your support. While it’s been an incredibly odd experience having complete strangers comment about my personal life on the Internet, it’s been really validating as well. Sometimes I worry that I’m this complete weirdo and it’s nice to know that there’s at least a dozen people out there who don’t think so.
I’ll sincerely miss hearing from you all…
Until next time,