I am 20 something and my life has no direction

The knowledge of this didn't hit me like a freight train, but rather it hit me like the way termites eat out a log--slowly, deliberately, almost imperceptibly. A few months ago, I read an article in the New York Times about an alleged new phase to development unique to Western 20 somethings aptly named emerging adulthood. Essentially, a psychologist from Clark University determined that many 20 somethings had not passed through the rites of passage (buying a house, getting married, having children) that their predecessors a generation ago had gone through by their age.

I feel as if I am in a stunted adolescence. And it must be something that I exude because I get more than my fair share of different versions of "Well, make sure to ask your parents!" I really don't feel (and hopefully don't look!) that different from how I did 10 years ago, or even 15. I still live in the room off the corner of the stairs. I still play around with (read: annoy) my sisters the same way I used to when we were kids. I still can't fully support myself. Most importantly, seven years of higher education later, I still haven't the slightest inkling of what I want to do other than travel. Yes, life is not that much different--different year, same deeds.

Osama bin Laden is dead.

Honestly, I had quite forgotten about the man.

A hiatus

Unfortunately, I won't be able to fulfill my dreams of being an expat any time soon. I'm back in the States with a job (thankfully) and trying to become a full fledged contributing member to society. I don't know when my next trip will be. I only know that there will be another. Till then blog posts will be even more infrequent than they had been.

Happy Independence Day!

I love Spain, but I'll always be American.

I'm trying not to be negative, but

Who actually likes Miami?

At what point does black crack?

People are starting to guess my age, correctly, and I must say it is very disconcerting. I know I always knock off a few years if someone who looks older than his 20s asks me to guess his age. I wonder if people are doing that to me. Does that mean I look older?

Growing up sucks.

La Copa Mundial

Every 4 years the World Cup rolls around and though I'm not really interested in soccer, I watch (mostly for the players).

America and Spain, baby!