Isolation

My phone was stolen last night. I still don't have easy access to internet. My favorite and most common forms of communication are inaccessible to me. Its jarring to be so isolated in a country where the language barrier is another constant struggle. Its making me feel uneasy. Alone. 

Cravings

I am sad to admit that I have become addicted to the internet. I didn't realize my addiction until just recently. I have been without easy access to the internet for the last week and it has been quite a wake up call to me. The part about the internet I have been missing the most is the communication aspect. I am away in a foreign country and I am realizing how important the internet has been in connecting me with the people I love. Maybe this idea of ever being connected to people is a good thing but at some point in my life it wasn't important. Why has it become so vital? I care greatly about many people but do I need to be constantly connected with these individuals in order to continue to care about them? Am I afraid that they will cease to care about me if I don't keep in contact? What fuels my internet cravings and why won't they stop?

Intermission

noun

1. a short interval between the acts of a play or parts of a public performance, usually a period of approximately 10 or 15 minutes, allowing the performers and audience a rest.

2. a period during which action temporarily ceases; an interval between periods of action or activity.

I am stuck in an intermission right now. All that was has come to an end. All that is yet to be has not begun. I'm not here or there but somewhere in between just waiting for the next period to commence. This period of rest was nice at first but it has lasted a bit too long. I'm ready to move into the rest of my life. If only it would start.

How to Begin...

How does one start a blog? What do I say first? Do I mention what I want this blog to be? Or what my theme will be? Well, I think that's boring, especially because I have no clue where this will be going...it is an experiment. A wicked experiment...