Here I am: Cyprus. …!!!


If you had asked me just 1 or 2 weeks ago, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you where I’d be today. 1 or 2 weeks ago, I was hanging out with the cows at Gundonumu Farm, consciously delaying any decisions and plan-making. As much as I get a thrill out of planning and making lists and giving myself an illusory sense of control over my own future, it can all get very tiring. Up until this point, I’ve had [some] direction in my travels. I started out in Germany (oi… such a long time ago!) with a certain vision of adventure; I went to Prague and Poland with the help of some friends’; traveled to Paris to meet a new friend from Germany; Rome to visit a friend from California; Pescara to stay with a friend I met on a bus; I traveled to Athens by way of following my new travel companion; I found myself in Istanbul with the goal of reuniting with a dear friend from California; and finally, I went to Gundonumu farm by recommendation via another solo female traveler I met in Florence. As you can see, everywhere I’ve went has had some sort of social purpose or influence and now… Now I’m left hanging on a branch of real independence. I could go to any corner of the world, anywhere there’s an airport, just by a few clicks of the mouse. It’s just so… ambiguous. I have no real reason to go to one place over another.

So how did I choose? Cyprus met my 3 requirements: 1. I could reach it without having to fly. (Bonus, I got to take a ferry!) 2. It was out of Turkish land 3. There was a farm for me to volunteer at.

So, for better or for worse, Grol Garden in Northern Cyprus is my new home. Let’s see how it goes!