When I was in Mongolia we learned how to say good-night. Literally translated, it means “Rest Well.”
It sounds like “Suck-on-a-Ferrari!” if you slur it.
Silly, perhaps, but the image of a big red Ferrari in one’s mouth helped me never forget the phrase again, after I made that connection. Occasionally I would hear a groggy “suck on a porsche!” from Adele in the mornings. Roughly translated it meant Good Morning, in roomie-speak. But not often. Mornings were hard enough without dragging porsches into it.
Anyhow, I have come to a decision.
It’s time for a break. The purpose of this blog was to keep all y’all who were interested in my life updated as to my whereabouts and activities. I’ve been North, I’ve been South, I’ve been to Asia and back, and now I reside “at home.”
I may never know what that means, but I do know that my adventures these days are of the fairly regular sort. To write about them now would really be all about me, and I’m not ready for that. It’s not all about me, and you don’t need to know what I eat for breakfast or how often the snake poops anyways.
(I should really hope you don’t care, in all honesty. You need your own life, if that’s what you really find interesting!)
I will likely be back. I don’t know when.
I will still post here if I have a story to share but no promises to you and no pressure to me.
I am down South for Christmas with the parental units, and will return to life at the museum and my hometown by the end of the week. I will keep you posted on any major adventures that appear in the future, keeping in line with the point of keeping friends informed.
But until then, I will say Sahan Amrarri. May you rest well, and Darra Oatsee. I will see you later.