Taxis. A wonderful but at times horribly frustrating tool for getting around the city. Well, really they’re my only way of getting around the city besides walking, so I have to love them. If you ever find yourself in Tashkent, remember what I’m about to tell you. I’m not sure how you are supposed to figure half the survival skills of this city out if you are a tourist just here to visit for a few days. I surely would not have made it far past the airport if I weren’t here to work and live.
Well, I’ve arrived.
I can’t really remember the past 3 days of my life. I remember leaving on Thursday, spending a short bit in Istanbul, and now I’ve seemed to land myself in an apartment in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. Of all the distances I’ve gone, this trip has been the longest and most exhausting. I slept all of Saturday and still feel in a bit of a daze. Teaching starts tomorrow so I better snap out of it quick. I’m starting to have the normal first day jitters—although I have walked far into the unknown already.
My brother Welsey once gave me the best piece of advice in regards to my indecisiveness, “sometimes you just have to make a decision and stick to it. Good or bad.” It sounded relatively simple at the time, but i’ve found myself thinking back on those words often. I tend to have a million ideas about where I want to be, what I want to be doing, with whom and when. A lot interests me. I do have a “plan” or an idea of some bigger goals, it’s just hard to organize myself sometimes. I know it drives people crazy. It even drove someone very special out of my life. And it’s for that reason that I found myself 25, turning down graduate school (in my defense, I already finished one Master’s), unemployed, and living with my older sister. This by no means warrants self-pity. I’m proud of myself and the things i’ve been able to accomplish. I just got a little lost. Like many people my age, most afraid to admit it, I found myself at a terrifying cross roads. Finished with a job and finished with a four and a half year relationship. I felt like a stray dog.