The convenient thing about cyberspace is that it never really needs to be cleaned out. Unlike an actual attic, the cobwebs of unfinished stories and blogs and long forgotten twitter and (shudder) myspace accounts can just be left to molder and rot without any consequences at all.
"I'll keep you posted," I said.
"There's more to come," I said.
But unsurprisingly, when life fell back into routines of class and homework and dishes, and the once fearsome culture shock crawled back into its cave, a travelling blog fell by the wayside.
There didn't seem like there was anything to say. My life went back to normal, and normal was boring. Stressful, and tedious, and hectic at times, but it didn't seem like anything to write home about. And most of it wasn't. I had another long year at university, taking classes, seeing friends, stressing out and writing papers. The band I was in finally found a name and replaced our lead guitarist, practiced like crazy and performed one unpaid gig before everyone moved away and it all fell apart.
I visited friends in Nova Scotia, including some of the dear friends that I made when I was in Ghana. It was strangely disorienting seeing my Ghanaian friends in Canada, and hearing about their experiences with Canadian life and culture shock. I thought that it would be comforting in some way, knowing that they could understand the confusion and alienation that I had felt, but it wasn't. I found the things that seemed the strangest to them were not what I had expected, and I found myself questioning what I knew about my friends and time in Ghana all over again. But seeing them again was amazing, and I was grateful for the opportunity - Nova Scotia is a lot closer to me than Ghana!
I visited my family and friends in Ottawa a few times. It's always fun to get back there, but I find that it's harder and harder to travel these days. I'm working two jobs and trying to research for my thesis that I'm doing next year... it all just seems to root me in place. I want to travel and be spontaneous, but I find more and more that on my few days off I just want to sit and read, or else I have to catch up on unfortunate necessities like laundry and groceries.
So I'm brushing the dust off an old blog and trying to take the first steps of shaking off my roots. I know I'll be in little old Peterborough for the rest of this year, but who knows? Maybe I'll get some adventures in between my classes. After that come the big decisions, and of course, the big adventures.
I will, hopefully, keep you posted.
