Clearly, I mean that rhetorically. I think. Or maybe not. I mean, maybe I am a little crazy. I guess it’s not every day that a 30-year-old woman (even though she doesn’t look a day over 12 24) decides to sell most of her sh*t, pack the rest up and move to Chile. Then again, a “normal” woman my age (or maybe of any age) would never have started a blog featuring a whole lot of inappropriate jokes that would eventually get her fired. I suppose also that a “sane” person (of any gender or age) then wouldn’t decide to get a job at a sex shop “just for fun” (although, ahem, not that kind of fun, you perv).
Moreover, I suppose most people in my situation would probably be trying extra hard to be employed again.
I guess I’m not most people. And not just because I eat beans for nearly every meal and still manage to have no gastrointestinal problems. (Seriously, my digestive tract is amazing.)
I honestly have no desire to have a job, at least in the classic sense of office work. I’m just not good at it, the whole 9-to-5 thing. Some people are and they even like it. In a way, I’m even kind of envious of them. Office jobs are steady; they’re reliable; they’re stable. And truthfully, a part of me wants that. Unfortunately for that part, there’s a much larger part of me that seeks adventure, excitement and spontaneity. This is a part of myself that I can’t suppress. And until I moved to DC, I never have. That’s why I forewent a “real job” to spend my early 20s in Moscow. That’s also why I quit my well-paying, entry-level embassy job to work for a sketchy English-language nightlife magazine that paid me via an envelop stuffed with rubles. I wasn’t rich, but I loved it.
So why did I quit? Because I thought at the age of 24 that it was time for me to “grow up” and “get a real job” back in the United States. One that had a 401(k) plan and health benefits. So I left Russia, moved to Boston and got a Master’s degree in International Relations. A couple of years later I found myself in DC with that “serious job” I thought I needed.
There was just one big problem — I’m pretty sure I never wanted that. Which is why I started The Anti DC. Which is why every day I spent in the office I felt a little less like myself. It’s as if I was a horrible yet loveable illusionist and my office was a legitimate workplace.
It just wasn’t working. Pun intended.
So, what does all this mean? It means I’m now doing what I want. It means when I go to Santiago, I won’t be working in the traditional sense of the word. I will, however, be doing more to earn a living there than I currently am in DC, which amounts to pretty much just watching episodes of the Tyra Banks Show and collecting unemployment checks.
So, what’s my plan exactly?
Well, the first thing I plan to do when I get to Chile is learn Spanish. For about what I pay in one month’s rent for a sh*tty studio in Columbia Heights, I will be paying for a month’s worth of room and board and 80 hours of Spanish-language lessons.
After (and hopefully during) that month, I plan to freelance write to maintain a level of income that will allow me to travel not only all around Chile, but also to Peru, Argentina, Ecuador and wherever else I may feel like going. Who knows, if I can swing it, maybe I’ll even spend a week or two in Antarctica.
I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t have a long-term plan. I’ve learned in the past that those don’t often work out for me. I either end up in a grad school program getting a degree I’ll never use or I end up getting a dead-end job I hate that makes me feel like I’m the only one dancing in the room. (Yes, I’m convinced Arrested Development explains everything better.)
Anyway, I realize my lifestyle isn’t for everyone, but it is for me (at least for now) and I am lucky enough (trust me, I realize this) to have the savings — ironically earned from the DC office job I so hated — to afford a radical change like this. I’m also lucky enough (although some may not think so) not to be tied down by anything or anyone that would keep me in DC. It helps, I suppose, to know that those I truly care about and those who care about me (believe it or not, I’ve been able to fool a few people out there) will remain in each others’ lives no matter where we end up, although I do look forward to future reunions. π (And yes, I did just insert a winking smiley face because I’m a dork.)
So there it is. Am I crazy? Maybe. But also maybe not. If you think about it, it really doesn’t matter. What matters is that at this point in my life I know some things make me happy and others don’t. Will Chile? I don’t know. But why not try? Plus, just look at it. It’s effing stunning!
oh Marissa – you will have a completely life-changing experience and (as much as I adore Chile) it will have less to do with the location and more to do with your attitude towards life. You, my friend, will continue to have an enviable lifestyle because you are you! Have a blast!
Ah, thanks for the kind words. I think you’re right about location not being reflective of state of mind. I think with the right attitude one can be happy anywhere doing anything. As long as you’re laughin’! (Please, excuse my corniness…)
Yes, you are crazy.
But crazy is a fun way to be. So what the heck. (I’m just as crazy — just in a different way.)
Whoa. You’ve already taken this blog to new and crazy levels by trying to post Billy Joel on here…hat tip, sir.
Hell, run now while you can. Sooner or later you’re probably gonna end up with a couple of kids, a mortgage and that souless office job that makes you spend your days solemnly reminding yourself that the dozen or so years you spent cooking and bartending were the greatest time of your life and wishing you could just chuck it all (except the kids) and go pick up a couple of shifts somewhere (or maybe that’s just me). Enjoy Chile.
As long as the mortgage includes my own bar where I can practice the tending, I suppose I could deal with that. π
Although in Chile, I hear you can buy bottles of wine for like 50 cents. It sounds like a magical fairytale land, really.
fuck yes, marissa. i want to hear all about it. best of luck, stay pretty, and don’t get fucked up in a chilean alley. xoxoxo
come visit in chicago, or wherever i’m living when chile wears thin and you want english..
I’ll stay pretty as long as you stay pretty which means we’ll both be pretty forever. I will try to stay out of alleyways (unless, of course, I’m playing street dice). π
You’d be crazy to STAY in DC when you can get to Santiago. Be sure to keep writing so certain jealous people can live vicariously!
Yeah, I see we pretty much think the same way. My goal is to be able to blog in rudimentary Spanish by the end of my lessons. Right now, all I can say is βDonde esta los baΓ±os.β And thatβs probably not even spelled rightβ¦
Yes, it seems we do think along the same lines…Looks like my ten years of studying Spanish (including a semester living in Madrid) might yet finally be put to use in reading your future blog posts.
And no, it was not spelled right. You were close, but it’s estan not esta because los baΓ±os is plural. The one thing you really need to be careful about (even more so than the ever-dreaded plural vs singular stuff), is the phrase estoy embarazada. If you’re embarrassed, you’ll want to use the phrase tengo vergΓΌenza. Estoy embarazada means “I’m pregnant,” which, in fairness, might be the cause of embarrassment.
That’s my ten years of Spanish wisdom in one paragraph. You’re welcome.
Oh my. That is good to know. Although I’m sure I would’ve gotten so many people to give up the good seats on the metro there…
You’re not crazy. Crazy is lliviing a life that someone else says is normal and right for you. .Besides, how can you become the next great novelist, if you don’t take chances and live life?
Well put. And you’re right. Perhaps Chile (along with the sex shop) will be the inspiration that I need!
Let me know when you go to Antarctica, ok? Good luck in Chile!
Oh! I hope I can go. You used to be able to bribe the Chilean navy to take you on a boat. But word on the tip of South America is they stopped doing that. π¦ So now you have to do it street legally and it costs tons of $$$. Maybe I can work for some publication and get them to pay for me!
I think this is fantastic. You are going to love it!
BTW, love the new serious Marissa.
Jack
I think it’s more than fantastic — it’s fantastical! And you’re going to love reading about it!
But stop lying, you know you also loved the Marissa that worked at a sex shop. Who knows? Maybe I’ll end up working at a Chilean sex shop. That’ll be true material.
Sweeeet! These are the same reasons I came to Korea. π I hope you have a fantastic time. I’m looking forward to reading all about your adventures.
Yay! I knew there were more of us out there! Too bad we’re not anywhere near each other. You seem like someone I’d like to hang with in real life! (Whoa!)
Looking forward to reading about yours too. Btw, an old high school buddy of mine is teaching in Korea right now. I’ll contact you offline about it.
wow! i am going to chile as well…. just for a week though. I love the fact that there are wanderlusting adventurers out there like you. It means there are more stable (boring) jobs for the rest of us!
Ha! Best comment ever. Thanks! And have fun in Chile!