What I Love About Boise: Part I

This was my Bogus Basin Adventure; and folks, this was YESTERDAY!

Birds in Her Hair to Help Her Fly Away

A painting I did titled: "Birds in Her Hair to Help Her Fly Away"

I leave in two months, eight weeks, 60 days, 1, 440 hours, 86,400 minutes, or 5, 184, 000 seconds for Lugano, Switzerland located on the Italian side of the country. I will nannying three beautiful children, all with different interests and personalities ages 7, 5, and 3. I have spent numerous hours via Skype and e-mail interviewing the with the mother and father. I could not be more excited about the family I will be joining or where in the world I will be residing.

I did, however, have an extremely enlightening conversation with an extremely enlightened person about this state of purgatory I'm currently dwelling in. In this conversation I was granted the tools to set myself free from that perception, and to accept the role I've taken in creating that place and those feelings.

I'm so excited to share these last weeks with you all, as well as sharing the beautiful adventures and experiences that in store for me!

Change in compass

Being one that subscribes to the belief "everything happens for a reason" it's hard for me to feel upset or angry about current events; that due to a driving charge that occurred 4 years ago my application for a work visa has been denied by the Korean Immigration Office. I can't help but feel, however, that it's just meant to be.

So, I'm okay about that. I'd say the hardest part is staying. It's really difficult to truck through day to day activities when I had already shed the skin of this life. Perhaps it's a lesson in living in the moment.

As for what's to come? I can't say. Patience, for sure. But I'm sure "Janessa's Big Adventure" will continue on in a way better suited to me than the mysterious asian lands.

Keep me your thoughts. I'm in need of some positive lovin.

The Trickery of Pheromones

Having recently been a person to fall in love and now dealing with picking up the pieces of the earthquake that shattered the love, I have come to speculate love is a bit of foolery from fate.

Don't get me wrong: I believe in a love that moves mountains, shatters illusion, saves souls and transforms lives! But in the interim, there sure seems to be a lot of unnecessary broken hearts. So my question is directed at biology: brain and heart, (working in compliance, mind you) how many broken hearts must a person endure to make it to the grand finale?

Think about it, what is attraction? Chemicals in the brain, palpitations of the heart, sweating of the glands, trembling hands, weak knees, blank state of mind, and increase in sexual desire. All of these wonderful indications of the body literally TRICK one into swapping saliva, secrets, and sense of security. Without this biological phenomena it may be that after one MAYBE two events of one giving into these temptations and then getting nothing in return, humans would wise up and decease! But no-we're addicted. We're trapped! We are eternally tricked.

Wouldn't it be easier to have a treasure map and fight your way through pirates, rocky seas, and thick forests to find your treasure? The worst that would happen in that scenario would be a couple of bruises, maybe a few lost mates, and at worst the loss of your ship! But by gosh-you'd get through having known all along where your treasure is: on the X.

And love doesn't stop at just the heart:
I've had baby pangs (every corner I turn I see a beautiful child and fantasize for one of my own!)
I have fallen for his family (it didn't happen when I predicted, but it happened...)
I was willing to sacrifice my future, my desires, my dreams to just EXIST with this man.

Well, thank goodness for timing and fate's cruel turns. I'm leaving love behind in exchange for my next big adventure. And like Pee Wee in his big adventure, I have no cognition of where this will take me.

And who knows? Maybe this is the way my treasure map looks from birds eye view, anyhow.

I dance to the beat of a countdown

March 1, 2010 1:59 PM (MST)

In my 24 years of existence I have never strayed from the safe constraints of the US of A. In 18 days I fly halfway across the world to plant myself on the soils of the to-be-explored land of South Korea. I will encounter short people. I will encounter kimshi. And I won't have a damn friend in the world to start. But I hope to leave after 365 days having grown, learned, explored, laughed and freaking danced to the beat of a South Korean jigga-huh.

This is my documentation of it all. The travel, the trials, the home sickness, and my goodness - the adventure.

Thus far, life is coming to a fold. I can feel relationships, friendships, workships all colliding to a happy goodbye. I have a slew of coffee meets, dinners, dances, and brunches yet to be had.

It feels bittersweet. But I'm ready. My biggest wish now is to leave on all accounts in peace; to say my goodbyes, have some last laughs, some even larger hugs, and wish all my family and friends well on their next adventures.

(More to come)