tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56559640496050377772012-02-16T01:08:10.862-08:00Love, DirtyChainoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655964049605037777.post-79982500364318356682010-10-23T12:04:00.000-07:002010-10-23T12:34:05.636-07:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">disclaimer: This is not going to be a sappy, serious, or sentimental blog. In the grand tradition of myself it will most likely be a compilation of hilarious anecdotes in which I get myself into situations that only I could possibly manage on such a regular basis.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Beginning January 22, I will be embarking on a 4-Country, year long excursion to, as my Dad will repeat every time we discuss it, "the homeland." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now, I was.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">May-June 2010: Russia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But upcoming is...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">January -April: Czech Republic</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">May-June: Belgium</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">July-August: Austria</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">September-December: Hungary</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The first couple of blog posts in here will recap Russia, and chronicle my preparations. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So, I'm going transatlantic for a year + to "find myself." I absolutely hate saying that because it is exceedingly cliche and way too "Eat Pray Love" for me to refrain from nausea and images of myself morphing into the tights-as-pants wearing girlfriend of a hipster or a bitter, disenchanted, housewife at a book club meeting. (that guy who walked by smelled of Gain so strongly I would venture to say it was ridiculous. ...and I love Gain) Nonetheless, I can't think of another suitable phrase. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Right now, for my orientation registration, I have to give an academic, cultural, and personal goal for this little venture. What the hell am I supposed to say for personal goal!? If you have any clue let me know because I'm about to write, "take my fabulosity to new levels and cultivate my already pretentious personality."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anyway, This blog will contain the tales of my travels. enjoy.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5655964049605037777-7998250036431835668?l=theatlanticwasborntoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Love, DirtyChainoreply@blogger.com0