Today I moved in to my new apartment in Panajachel, Guatemala. $200/month for a furnished two-story-1-bed-two-bath with a garden on the river. Apparently it's high season in this lake-side tourist town so I'm paying 30% more than normal. I've found it difficult to pay more than $4 dollars for a meal here. If I didn't feel the need to eat 6,000 calories/day I doubt I'd ever spend more than $2.
I have mixed feelings about settling down, even if its just for a few months. There's something about stopping that makes me feel like I'm falling behind. Or, more honestly, like my inadequacies are catching up to me. When you don't spend more than a few days around the same people, its not difficult to project a flattering image of yourself. "Yea, I'm cycling my way through Latin America, stopping only to volunteer and help the poor, no big deal." But when you're spending weeks with people who are the real-deal and have been at it their entire lives, it becomes a lot harder to hide the fact that you're a selfish, incompetent prick.
Overall though, I'm glad I'm here. It's challenging and I need that now more than ever. I want to be a better person, even if deep down its only because better people attract better people and being around better people makes me want to be better so I can attract more of them so that I can be like them so that I can be with them so that I don't ever have to sit alone with myself and ponder the terrifyingly cyclical nature of existence like this anymore...
Ok I'm back after a quick trip to the r/depression sub of reddit. Why can't I get through a single blog post without things getting dark? I'm learning to love the fight. The never-ending struggle that is existence. I just have to convince myself that there is a difference between learning and deceiving oneself.
My new house has a lot of bugs. I am watching a centipede cross the line of ants that have already formed to harvest the carcass of the spider that I squished when I sat down to write this post.