Well, I’m in Vancouver. This has been the weirdest day. As soon as I flew out of Roatan this afternoon and arrived in Houston, I got completely overwhelmed and almost had a panic attack in the airport. There were SO MANY PEOPLE. And SO MANY STORES. And everything was SO CLEAN. And everything was moving SO FAST. And why is everything SO LOUD?? I can’t believe how used to island life I had gotten. Culture shock!!
Waiting in line for immigration was incredible for me… everyone around me was complaining and so impatient, and I couldn’t believe how fast and efficiently the border control guys were moving through the lines! Hope all those people never have to wait for anything in Honduras cause you have to wait all day…and then some of the next day usually too. It was wonderful to see that I, one of the most impatient people in the world, have finally acquired at least a little bit of patience! (It’s only taken me a year of living in a third world country….)
Flying into Vancouver from Houston at night was amazing, I forgot how big the city was. I could see the buildings downtown twinkling and spotted the tower where I used to work, and where my old places were in Kitsilano.
I feel weird about being back here. It’s been almost a year to the day since I left… and I left in such a determined rush, to get away from a job I hated and a failed relationship that was haunting me and what I considered to be a failed life that I wasn’t really doing anything with. Being back in the city brings back a lot of memories to the surface, not all good. I can’t wait to get out tomorrow and visit some of my favorite places to bring back the happy memories too.
But for now, I’m simply reveling in the fact that public places have automatic sinks/soap dispensers/paper towel, I can drink out of the tap, I can take a bath, the internet is lightning fast, and it’s 25 C (77 F) and I. AM. FREEZING. I never thought I would be so happy to be cold (or to be able to throw toilet paper in the toilet). Honestly though, I feel like a hobo – everyone in the ‘real world’ is so put together and everything I own is dirty, ripped or stained, and I forget how to put makeup on or how to blow dry my hair.
So, we’ll see how it goes here. In the meantime, here’s what I’ll be doing until I leave in 3.5 weeks:
I will be stuffing my face with delicious food until I leave because that is one area Roatan just kills me on. I’m going to eat EVERYTHING here. Everything. That is all.