The perks of being a procrastinator (a.k.a. “busy”)

One pat on the back and I disappear into the ether. Call me a quitter, a lazy bum, or whatever else you want – I’ll excuse myself with being… busy. It will be a white lie, if you will. After a major part of the summer in Guatemala I wandered off back to the great land of North America, picked my Mom from the Boston Logan airport, and took her by hand to explore seven states that to a Polish woman from a relatively small town who has never traveled across the Atlantic represented the United States of America. Starting off with Boston, we followed to Providence (the only real reason being that I live there…), NYC, Niagara Falls, LA, Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon, and Denver. Choice and itinerary being mostly subjective and random, it actually took us a month to complete. Only to finish right where I started: college.


I’ll leave those few months out for mostly un-entertaining motives, and the fact that I didn’t get into the travel writing class. Hop, skip, and I finally have a one-way ticket to Poland, and a one-way ticket to Argentina. Since the dates on those two varied by 2 months, and I was actually bound to start a semester of study abroad, I relaxed by ‘skiing’ some in the Tatra mountains, and then decided to visit Uni folks on a mini-tour around main European attractions that I wanted to see. “To see” referring to both the ‘folks’ (or rather dear friends), and, well, attractions. A week in London, a week in Paris, and a week in Barcelona later I was putting my suitcase on a weighing scale praying, per usual, that it does not exceed 23kg. It did.

I’ve been a resident of Buenos Aires, Argentina for over two full months now (OK, jokes, my residency papers haven’t been processed yet – such is bureaucracy. And Argentina). I’ve gone through periods of excitement, tiredness, confusion, inspiration, and you-name-it only to keep yearning for more. Which, again, kept me too ‘busy’ to share my view of this marvel of a city with the world. Now my friends in the US are spamming my Facebook newsfeed with “It’s finals period!” posts while I haven’t yet started midterms… it will get truly miserable by July, when I will be in the major minority of still active, exam-taking students drowning in the sea of vacation and best-internship-of-my-life photos and accounts. 

The irony is that since last summer, like never before, I’ve been travelling with my laptop to destinations filled with Wi-Fi, and took copious cryptic notes on “Stickies”, Post-Its, bills, and flight tickets, only to tell myself “I’ll write it all out tomorrow”. Everyone can guess how that ended. It simply never begun.

 Now I’m lost, because everything on WordPress has changed. Just like me.