So it’s been a while, and that’s okay because life happens.
Year before last (2014) I went to university in Canada; I threw a bunch of stuff into a suitcase, said goodbyes/see ya’s and started to enact the life I envisioned for myself from the second I landed, sort of.
I did what I loved and enjoyed and lived life the only way I knew how; passionately, and connected with people in the same way. I spent about 9 months in Fredericton getting to know and love beautiful people and beautiful things and I think my name would be sooner forgotten than my experiences.
But if you have any knowledge or experience with moving halfway across the world, no matter how driven, focused, or passionate one might be; the honeymoon phase ends and (I don’t wanna say reality as if it’s an acceptable normality because sadness isn’t acceptable, it’s a thing that happens) something other than the pure happiness and joy in taking a small step towards what I thought was real and true self actualisation checked in, and that thing was daunting.
During my second semester, with many thoughts about purpose, responsibility, sacrifice, and duty, I made a decision to come home, and I did. I threw a bunch of stuff into a suitcase, said goodbyes and came home excited to live up to the see ya’s, confused about my conviction, and in some strange sense, at that point, certain about everything, and harboring a smoke smothered certainty.
I’ve been back ( in Kenya) for 9 months now and it only seems fitting that I (by the laws of nature) should have created some semblance of a life. Maybe that’s putting too much pressure on myself, but if not that, then what else. A couple weeks ago a friend and I had a conversation about location (mental, emotional, spiritual) and I found none on either counts. Lost. Maybe not completely and utterly, but damn near close to it.
When it’s convenient, I often pride myself in being an idealist, and a perfectionist. Before these recent experiences I never saw either of those things as anything but slightly flawed traits that made people better at whatever they did, individually. But put them together and you acquire near constant disappointment. When it is through the eyes of an idealistic perfectionist that you view and evaluate your life, well, unless you have a open and honest relationships, it becomes difficult to deal with the outcomes and implications of your evaluation.
All of the stuff that I said up there are the things (including others I may not know how to adequately articulate in this moment) that have contributed to my location, or lack thereof. There’s a very specific kind of beauty that I’ve found comes with being in this place, that of acceptance, of fear, of resignation, of discovery, and of the illusion of freedom (which I think is an interesting concept – one I’d like to explore – someone have a conversation with me about it sometime, that would be interesting).
Part of reflecting on some of these thoughts, decisions, and ideas I had of and about myself at this point in my life have revealed an aggressive sense of drive that forces me to be something that fulfills an idea or fit into an image I created for my future self, this self. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been driven all my life, drive is amazing, it pushed me to do and therefore experience things I would have never had the opportunity had I not been driven to. However, forcing myself to live up to a perfect and idealistic version of myself that I was supposed to magically step into at (a) certain point(s) in my life, that’s the thing that stops me from living it.
Maybe the way I viewed myself at a past point in my life was warranted from my experiences then, but to extract those thoughts and visions and implant them into a mind that’s now evolved and devolved is a corruption of my subsequent growth. This year I turn 21, according to biology I’ll be done with the 3rd version of my physical(cellular) self, and I’ll be stepping into my 4th. I mean obviously it’s still me, I still have memories, I’m still Laura. Where am I going with this? I’m not sure, maybe these are just a bunch of thoughts I’m stringing together and somewhere along this post I forgot it’s purpose.
I’m learning to be okay with that, with being lost; which also means I’m chipping away at some of the cognition that lead me to believe a state of uncertainty is impending doom.