Thursday, January 14, 2010

Layover in Hong Kong

I remember when I got my first job, I was so excited because it was new and something I always dreamed about. After about four months, reality kicked in, and I soon realized that this big girl job of mine was actually something that I would have to continue doing. I had never thought about it in those terms. To me, having a job always represented freedom and fun not stress, misery and being trapped. The novelty had worn off and I was devising plans to strike it rich and not have to work again.

When I made my grand plans to go to Vietnam I was so excited to talk about it, think about it and romanticize it. Now I am starting to think that maybe Vietnam is what the new job was. Now that I am actually going there I am having second thoughts. I am wondering if it looked good from far away but now it’s here I don’t want it anymore.

I think the fundamental problem is that I am really scared. And I hate to admit it, but I am.

The truth is I don't know how long I can do this for. Part of me (a huge part of me) wants to turn around right now and go back.


  1. You can do it and you will love it! Plus, 6 months goes by so quickly. Jobs are easy to be bored with, but you know you've been to and love Vietnam, so I doubt you'll be bored with it. It will all be okay!


  2. Chin up, you'll make it, you're a trouper, you'll have a great time


    Sean & Harry the dog

  3. You can do it, Alice. The first step is the scariest. Once you're there you'll never want to look back. Everyone is so proud and jealous of your fabulous and adverturous life. Go get 'em.