The whole purpose of this trip is to push through my comfort zone, but it is hard work (no it isn't) and I am tired (I am making excuses).
I tell myself I am tired of having the same conversation repeatedly. And to a degree, yes. A hostel life is one of comings and goings. I met at least three new people each day. And we're all traveling, and we're all curious to know about each other's travels.
No. We are curious to find out if we'd be interested. It is not "tell me about what you've seen/done/learned," it is "where are you from/where are you going?" I can tell you with certainty, s/he is from Germany or Australia, and s/he is going to Las Vegas. Once the conversation has gone there, it rarely goes elsewhere.
I should keep Ungame cards at the ready. Oh, hello Lucien-from-France. Tell me about a time when you felt disappointed.
Jeremy returned from Hawaii because he'd made life into what he'd made it back home. That's what I did in Seattle, too. That's what I'm afraid of doing now. I've got to--GOT TO--push through this veil and attack the world.
Starting with getting out of bed.
Good morning!
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