I slept overnight in the airport, brushed my teeth and tried to wash away some of my stench in the bathroom, looked up hostels cause it looks like my couchsurfing host is flaking out (at least she hadn’t messaged me in a week and I was confused and had told her I was getting in today which I obviously didn’t), posted on the CS boards looking for a travel buddy, and answered a dude’s post looking for a buddy to do the same Poland>South Spain>Morocco trip I want to do, at the same time. Just gotta make my flights and stop worrying, cause I feel like I’m finally going home (well, in about a month, to Graz).
What good are these goddamn savings bonds if I can’t cash them?? I’m not a member of any banks in this city and they can only cash up to $1k a day for nonmembers but all of mine are over 1k and I can’t just open an account, I need to have been a member for 6 months! Okay. I tried to cash them via Treasurydirect.gov but the site can’t verify my identity and wants me to print out a piece of paper and have a certifying officer at a local bank put some fancy seal on it, not just a public notary, no, and mail it to the Treasury in West Virginia. But the bank won’t give me their fancy seal unless I’ve been a customer for 60 days. Savings bonds remain unredeemed, I continue to pull my hair out (not really). On top of this there were no cars available to rent today, USAjobs ate the resume I spent a couple hours typing in, and I need to do laundry but I leave tomorrow on the bus at 8 in the morning from downtown. At least I managed to marathon season 2 of Orange Is the New Black, amirite?
In other news I have no idea what I’m doing with my life much less what the hell I’m doing when I get to Europe on Saturday but winging it has always gone kind of well…I’ve been sitting in the library reading Lonely Planet guidebooks for the past three hours and the only conclusion I’ve come to is that Ireland is too expensive and I might die of malaria in Mozambique and maybe I should just go buy a tent and live in the woods forever. *freaking out continues*…but at least my ex reassured me that this happens every time I go on a trip and then I end up loving it as soon as I get there.
Arrived in Portland yesterday. My homie’s apartment with her bf is tiny but I like sleeping in weird places so under the kitchen table was perfect. Made Indian butter chicken and it went over well. We took the bus downtown (who knew Portland was such a pain in the ass to get around), got sushi, happened upon a slutwalk, took silly pictures with the statues, and found, hallelujah, Goya products so I can make Puerto Rican food again!
I was supposed to go to the library and work on my resume and find CS hosts for Limerick and Kerry but instead I slept in and then spent the day marathoning the new season of Orange Is The New Black and tumblring and avoiding doing work or riding a bike amongst traffic ever since that traumatic incident in Cambodia last year.
More and more often the feeling has been striking me that I want to have my own apartment and settle down for a year but I also desperately want to go back to Austria, and am scared that I won’t actually be able to get a job I want in the U.S., which isn’t terrible because I would go back to Asia but I also don’t really want to teach…Maybe I’ll feel better when I’ve actually started traveling, or maybe the fear and uncertainty will only continue?
Point one: So my bank in SLC isn’t even open on Saturday. But there is a branch in Portland, if only the brokerage firm. But I have a brokerage account with them, so I don’t see why I couldn’t deposit cash into it there, right? Even if I have to cash my savings bonds at another bank and then bring the money to the brokerage firm.
Point two: to prove my identity I’ll have to bring documents with me from before and after my name change. However, I do NOT want to be crossing international borders with two passports with different names on them, way too sketchy (I was paranoid coming into the U.S. with a bunch of cards in my wallet with different names on them -yes Customs searched my wallet). So I think I’ll send my old passport back to my ex who is holding onto all my stuff.
Point three: My newest harebrained itinerary scheme- instead of backtracking from Poland all the way to Montenegro, then flying to London and again to Morocco with Ryanair, take a Ryanair flight from Poland to the south of Spain (where I’ve always wanted to go anyway) and take the ferry to Morocco! Border crossings on foot have generally proved to be a shit show but it would be interesting.