Thyme Flies.

3 More Weeks

I can’t believe I forgot about my blog until one of my girl friends asked me about it.  I can’t believe that since my last post, which was probably the beginning of June, was written over 2 months ago.  All the time that passed in between feels like such a blur and here I am beginning to write again and I only have 2-3 big weekends left of working/living out in Montauk.  That’s bizarre.

Although I wouldn’t trade living by the beach for anything else, I think I’ve definitely maxed out my time here.  Hell freaking yeah, Montauk is beautiful — weather is comparable to California, I live by the beach, seafood is soooo fresh out here, and I get to work outside where the view of the pond is straight ahead.  Buuuuttt, I am ready to go back to civilization where public transportation is accessible, different types of cuisines are just a couple blocks away, and where I’m not meeting and seeing the same people over and over again.  I miss walking or driving to the closest grocery store and easily cooking up dinner instead of worrying about how to even bring my groceries up the hill on my bike.   

After my gig here, I’ll be working in Williamsburg starting Sept 23.  Which means, I’ll be moving to Brooklyn and starting a brand new journey .. again!  The adventure never ends.  Just when I started to get comfortable with the move and being 3,000 miles away from home, a brand new set of challenges is about to get thrown at me.  But, I’m a TON more prepared this time around and am so ready to rock.  It’s exciting and thrilling at the same time.

And of course, what am I going to do during my transition time in between jobs? TRAVEL!!! I booked my flight to the Bahamas a couple days ago.  Annnnnnd, I booked my flight back home to Cali after! I’ll be going by myself and I can’t freaking wait to sit on the beach for days, drink from a coconut/pineapple, swim with dolphins, slide down the shark waterslide, eat tons, and basically do nothing. Yes.

Here’s a recap of the past 2 months in photos.  Disfruta!

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It’s been a month since I’ve moved out to New York and man, has it been a crazy ride.  I finally have some time to ease out my work schedule, get into the groove of things, sit back and enjoy this … ridiculous little place I call Montauk. AKA Ruschmeyers.

It feels like I’ve been out here for much longer than I have probably because of transitioning to work and learning as much as I can.  Our hotel opened Memorial Day weekend so we had to prepare for preopening, push through the hectic weekend, and catch up with all the work that was pushed aside.  I’m definitely picking up on a lot of things and am finally understanding my role, what the industry is about, and most importantly how to work at Ruschmeyers.  That place is insanity I tell you.  I don’t even know how to describe it.  The crowd, the stories, the amount of money that goes in and out, the business, the atmosphere, the drinks, the food…everything.  

As far as everything else, I absolutely love what I do and the people I work with.  My roomies are most of the management staff — chef, maitre d, front desk manager — and we are an awesome group.  Lots of young, talented, knowledgeable people with a heart of gold.  I really couldn’t be any more happier than I am with the whole move.  There were definitely lots of highs and lows as far as pushing my limits, learning to let some people in and out of my life, and also challenging myself to be a better person/coworker/friend/sibling but all these difficulties have definitely worked out in my favor and it’s just a matter of changing the way I look at positives and negatives.  Ultimately it’s how I react and appreciate what comes and goes.

I can’t believe I’m somewhat of an adult now.  It’s crazy. I mean, I came back home after the whole backpacking trip thinking that it would at least be a year or two before I start real life but… I’m here now. Working, making my own money, saving up for rent after the summer, paying off my loans and credit cards, and slowly becoming the person that I have yet to understand and get used to.  Such a weird feeling!

Welps, here are some photos for your entertainment :)

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Observations

1. A lot of people here like to close themselves off, whether it’s listening to music with their headphones, walking fast and being in a rush all the time, not making eye contact, or even just passing every opportunity to start a conversation.  I mean, I love listening to music and would listen to it any chance I get; however, I realized that it puts you in such a little bubble and you really can’t absorb what’s around you.  Soooo today I decided to walk around Midtown (back in Manhattan now) just trying to listen to what’s around me and here are some things I heard:

  • French, Spanish, Korean, Farsi, German, and some African language
  • honks
  • dogs on leashes/barking
  • the sound of heels on pavement
  • cars driving
  • police sirens
  • firetrucks

2.  Pros about living/staying in a hotel for more than 3 nights:

  • your room gets cleaned every day
  • shampoo/conditioner/body wash refills
  • clean sheets
  • safety
  • complimentary wifi

Cons:

  • no kitchen or refrigerador so you cant cook or bring food for lunch
  • no closet
  • no sense of “home”

3.  Some photos from yesterday and today:

My amazing friend who I met in Argentina

Changes.

Hola!

Remember how in my last post I mentioned something about waiting for something to happen AKA living freely?! Well, that moment is finally here and… I’ve moved to the east coast!  Who would have thunk this opportunity would come so fast. I mean I always knew I would leave California and move somewhere, whether it was NY or to a different country but I didn’t think it would actually happen. You know when you really want to do something but the thought of it is just so scary and you don’t really know if it even has potential anymore?  You think about what are the steps to get there and they seem so freaking far away and unattainable and you just fall back to your normal life because it’s the easy way out and that’s what you’re used to? Well, yeah. That’s what I thought about growing up and especially about moving away.

But guess what, nothing is impossible.  Really. The word itself has “possible” in it. Life is just so freaking weird and there’s no way you can predict it or let it hold you back.  It always happens at the weirdest times too, like when you’re about to lose faith and start feeling lost or even when things are going perfectly fine and you can’t be any more satisfied with where you stand. Then BOOM. Life smacks you in the face.

Anywho, I’M FINALLY HERE!! Basically, I got a job in hotel finance so I’m training at one of the corporate’s properties in Williamsburg, then off to Montauk next weekend where I’ll be located for 5 months. A bit of a challenge since I barely have experience but I’m super stoked to learn a bunch about the industry and live in the east coast.

It’s been 2 days since I’ve been here and I’m already falling in love. I’m actually starting to like Brooklyn more than Manhattan — it’s a little less busy, has awesome fashion and culture, young good looking hipsters, and amazing food. Can’t wait to see how the rest of the week pans out :)

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I am so proud of this :) My first video slideshow ever!!

Enjoy <3

Adjustment.

Soo, it’s been exactly 2 weeks since I’ve been home and to tell you the truth, it blows.  I knew it would be hard to transition back home but I didn’t think it would be so…stressful to say the least.  The 1st week back was fine — I was able to see all my friends and family again and I was actually glad to be home for once.  It was fine until I realized that life just moves on and although I shared some stories about my trip, it’s not the same.  After having gone through so many experiences and seeing the world, it’s so different to come back to routine life while everyone else is doing their own thing, progressing, and feel like I’m kind of stuck in time — not sure what I want to do with my life and what I want my career path to be.

I feel like this adjustment back to “real” life compared to when I came back from Argentina is more difficult since I’ve also graduated.  Last year, I still had the comfort of being in college and the time to still figure things out.  Now, I guess the next big step for any postgrad is to find a full-time job.  In case you haven’t noticed, job searching is very time-demanding, energy-consuming, and it takes a lot of patience.  Imagine going from the best 4 years of your life yet, to a life-changing and beautiful 3+ months traveling Southeast Asia, to sitting around editing your resume and cover letter and applying to ~15 jobs a day. I guess this is what I feel like I need to do at this point in my life though.  I will always have the urge to travel and seek a challenge but I need to at least get my life in some order, make some money, and have some experience being an adult. 

As of now, my week consists of job searching during the day for 5 days straight, catching up with Walking Dead at night, and seeing very few of my friends on the weekends.  Exciting right?  It’s unfortunate I don’t have any more stories or photos to blog about so I guess this is the last post for a long while until I start living again.  And by living, I mean not working full-time and staying in good old sunny California.

Thanks for following along anyway! Cheers y’all. Now back to thyrannosaur.tumblr.com.

You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition.  What you will discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover will be yourself.

Jakarta

Indonesia.

4 more days.

My last day in Bali is today! Jun and I split from Kenny and head to Jakarta tomorrow to make our flight to Bangkok/LA on the 27th. It’s going to be another long travel journey but it’ll be the last in a while.

T’was a very productive and crazy day as Kenny, Daniel, Luigi, and I motorbiked all the way to south Bali. First of all, the streets of Bali are soooo packed and narrow. There’s only one road with 2 lanes going opposite direction filled with tons of taxis, tour buses, and motorbikers. 40 minutes into the ride Luigi, Daniel, and I got pulled over by a shady cop who tried to scam us by saying that we need an international license to drive around Bali and wanted us to pay him 300,000 (~$30 USD) rupiah. (while this is happening Kenny is waiting for us further up the road) The cop kept lowering the price all the way down to 20,000 (~$2 USD) until we kept on refusing to pay and he finally let us go. After this, my motorbike didn’t turn on and we end up sitting on the curb for 30 minutes. At this point Luigi left because he thought we were following him and I guess passed Kenny who came back to look for us. Blahblahblah the cop ended up coming back 2 times later and helps me manually start my bike. Luigi, who is no where to be found, disappears for forever so Daniel, Kenny and I decide to keep driving for about 2 hours to our destination. We end up at Uluwatu beach and as we’re about to leave to the temple, we see Luigi! We left the beach to the temple to watch the sunset, and around 7:30pm we head back to Kuta. The ride back was the most stressful and tense ride ever, I’ve never been so grateful to be alive. One, I’m afraid to ride a bike as it is, let alone in the dark. Two, there was so much traffic since everyone was driving back from the temple. Third, we had no idea where we were going.

Bleeeehhhhhhhh we’re finally back at our place and instead of going hard our last night all together, Jun’s pooped from surfing all day (he didnt rent bikes with us which is probably a good thing), and I start PMSing and decide to be boring in the room. What an interesting day.

Welps, this will probably be the last post of the journey! We leave Jakarta on the 27th to Bangkok, leave Bangkok on the morning of the 28th, have a layover in Tokyo, and finally arrive at 10AM in LA (on the 28th)!! That shit cray.

It honestly doesn’t feel like 3 months has passed. I dont even feel any different. I don’t think I’m mentally prepared to go home but I do feel physically drained and ready. I know in a week or two, I’ll be itching to travel again. I guess we’ll see!

Until then, enjoy these beautiful paradise photos from the rest of Gili T and Bali :)

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