Another Trip in the Books

I just spent a month in South Africa I’m finding it a bit hard to believe, everything that has happened. It all happened so fast.

This time traveling was different than in the past. It always is obviously when your goal is to go somewhere new every time. There were two other conditions that really made this one different though: it was a school program and I was with the same ten people for an entire month.

My comment on the first is that I will probably never have a similar experience again. The month of studying abroad and within a set program sets it apart. It went against the grain of my prior traveling experience (I had to act less dumb, if something happened, it was my university who would have an issue on their hands).

It was a unique experience to because it was for journalism despite the fact I’m not in the major. I will always appreciate how I got to see their work executed although I also now question how they are taught. Perhaps I’ve taken too many sociology courses (if that’s possible).

Next up, being with the same people for an entire month. Jesus. As it comes to the last day, I look back and think of the experience and it feels like nothing. Although I did have my moments when I needed my own space and to not feel like I was being spoken for, these feelings have faded to nothing.

I will say I felt it did have an affect on my method of traveling too. I’m so much more used to be surrounded by locals and hanging with them. Sometimes it felt hard to break that mentality of having to spend time with those you came with. Like no, you don’t.

In the last few nights I’ve been here I’m finally breaking out and hanging around more locals than my own. Of course, tomorrow, I am leaving.

Goodbye South Africa. I look forward to getting home and getting into a headspace where I can truly reflect on these experiences more and return back to my own state of independence.

When The Travel Bug Loosens Its Grip

I can’t completely say how it ends, but hopefully it ends happy.

I’ve been in South Africa for the three weeks now and return to the United States in another week from now.

I’ve loved traveling ever since I started visiting the Philippines to visit my Dad in 2014. It was some crazy shit to me, to be in a country where life was flipped upside down. It wasn’t like connecting with someone from a different culture in Philadelphia, it was living in that culture 24/7.

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Since, I’ve visited twice more, drove cross country in the United States, and traveled to Singapore, Japan. Mexico, France, Iceland, the United Kingdom and am currently in South Africa.

There’s nothing more exciting than planning a trip, hopping on the plane, and awaiting what will happen next.

For me though, what happened next gave the travel bug permission to loosen it’s grip on me. What. The. Fuck.

It’s a weird feeling, scary even.

Is it the constant touring, the scheduled lifestyle, being around the same people each and every day, or the fact that I just don’t jive with South African culture (I take it back in regards to art and music).

I can’t say what it is exactly, but then again, traveling always teaches us, and this question in itself is worth learning from.

 

 

Finding Purpose in Writing

I write a lot. I write in a journal, I write papers, I write articles, I write statuses, captions, blog entries and emails.  I write for myself and purposes not for myself. Yet when it comes to writing for myself and others at the same time, I get lost.

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I see myself as someone who will create my career. I see my writing abilities playing a role in that and can’t pin point how I’ll do it for shit. All I know is I have one year of college left and I’d like to figure it out at least a bit before I graduate.

This is why I have this blog.

Mind you I may completely forget about this blog for three months directly after I publish this post. I pray not. I want to like my blog, I want to want this and it always appears temporary.

Oh well, I’m here again to give it another go.

Scrambles.

Why did I call this post scrambles? I don’t know. Hell, I completely forgot I had this blog until I remember it only twenty minutes ago. Damn, this happens every time. Ironically, I write for Temple Update and write an entire story for them about every two weeks, while forgetting about my personal blog for months. After tonight who knows, maybe I’ll disappear again…probably.

But let’s move past that…cause I’m writing, yay! So, what to say? Well, life is awesome. I live in a cool city, I have cool friends, and go to a pretty dope school. So, there’s that.

I’d like to address this election though as it has a ton of people down and it makes me hurt for our country. Although I have loads to say in person, I’m not gonna get loud on the screen. It will get lost in the countless posts, writings, and opinions floating out on the internet, with a small icon of my face representing the person behind the message. Perhaps I’ve posted some little things, but I’m gonna be real, if you want to get a more theoretical and deep response from me about the election, just ask me.

Plus, he doesn’t deserve any more media attention. Psh, saying it’s rigged, we made you…bitch..

I guess I’m done writing tonight. Peace!

Some words about London, Paris, and Travel.

It’s been just over a week since I returned home to Philly. Oddly enough, it feels like I never left although luckily I have the ability to recount the different feelings, people, attitudes, and experiences I had overseas. Hilariously, my theory that America is Europe’s  child who was dropped on its’s head has much more evidence now.

I went completely broke while over there; I ate, drank and did every single thing I wanted. Dancing in the Eiffel Tower, shopping shamelessly at H & M, eating a baguette everyday in Paris,  drinking too much wine, raging in the after hours of Leicester Square, cramming myself onto the RER train in Paris, and strolling around Reykjavik, Iceland for an afternoon to name a few (yes, I was there too). I also learned that everyone making out in Paris become less annoying when you find yourself in the same situation.

Being from the Philly area, all I could think of returning home was “Damn, we’re ratchet as f***”. This typically goes unnoticed as life in Philly is “normal” to me..yet returning from these cities made me realize what I’m missing…anyways, my goal is to return, more specifically to Paris. No offense to London, but Paris just seemed a bit more relaxed, free, and with no f**** to give. Someday we will meet again Paris.

Anyways, that’s just my brief overview. Since I’ve been back to real life I’ve started a new job as a sightseeing tour guide in my city, woop woop!! Peace out and keep a look out for future postings here at What Kayla Writes About. Oh yeah, and check out some of the photos below, f you scroll over them you can see the caption!

 

A Blessed Life

Months ago I bought a ticket to London with my school refund money….the fact is, traveling is education in itself. Id rather work to pay my rent and other things in order to have this….these two weeks abroad with my best friend. Among many other reasons I am blessed.

I’ve been here for about five days now…seen Big Ben, the London Eye, witnessed Jackie meet her favorite rapper G-Eazy, went to Buckingham Palace….only to name a few. There’s still all of tomorrow to explore London some more.

On Tuesday we leave for Paris….I can’t believe it…for two nights we’ll be couchsurfing with my friend Marion….a French girl I once couchsurfed with in Dallas. I remember her telling me that she would host me someday in Paris and it’s really happening!

I’m not quite sure what else I want to say. It’s not much fun to type on a kindle and nor can I upload any photos to share….but as I said to you and myself, I would be here to write in London. The point is, I’m extremely grateful to be here and sharing the experience with my best friend and all the new people I have gotten to meet here.

Back again

It’s easy understand what has kept me from writing again. Looking at this blog, you may think, “What writing is she talking about?” Well, I used to run my own travel and video blog. Check out my old works here. It was created when I was a traveling artist, driving a Ford Escape around the country, stopping briefly at “home” only to head to Asia after a moment with my Mom and friends. After I was in Asia, I did a brief tour in the North East with the goal of landing in Philadelphia for a permanent stay. That’s exactly what kept me from writing after traveling, well, kinda. If you want to know more, keep reading.

Since I’ve moved here, I’ve lived with a family whom had domestic issues, a non-biological older sister, and three crazy artists (whom I still live with and love). I’ve busked, gogo-ed, performed, and taught, although the majority of jobs I’ve held have made my soul ache. Oh yeah, and I went back to school. Clearly, this is why I believe I stopped writing. In all of that time reading and writing for school, I was never reading and writing for myself (at least not on a personal level). So here I am now, one degree hotter, attempting to write for the love and pain of sharing myself with the world. Please don’t mind the rigid wording, it’s what research papers to do you.

Be back next week and reporting from London.