And after almost four months, my parents still don’t get it.
No it’s not just four months, it’s been years that I’ve been saying I hate pharmacies and I don’t/will not work in a pharmacy unless I have ZERO other options!
A few days ago I got sick. It is nothing so serious, it was just some fever, and since then I’ve been sweating all the time from all my body, so I thought I should get a check up (Again I hate being a pharmacist because I know all the shit that can be behind excessive sweating, other than heat!)
But I’m broke, I admit it, I am one of the worst at money management, once I have the money I tend to spend without thinking on whatever makes me happy, until I’m out of money and then I start whining, and making the decisions of being more smart the next time I have money. Never happens.
So I called to my parents to ask them for money, or to buy me travel insurance. I wouldn’t have asked for money if I wasn’t sick, I’ve been broke a lot and kept it to myself and I worked it out many times through my short travels! And, of course, they got worried. It is what parents do, they get worried, I get that. But when worrying goes to the extent of “Mina, I’ve told you not to travel at the first place! Now look what is happening to you!”
Me: “What is happening to me?”
Dad: “You are sick!! You are sick, Mina, and no one is there to take care of you!”
Me: “Yes, dad. But I am not dying, or even if I am, it wouldn’t have helped if I was at home, still in bed, and you were at the pharmacy. It is the same situation now…The only difference is that the bed I am in is a couple of thousand miles away from the bed I would have been back home.”
I know this doesn’t make much sense, but I just had too much of this conversation with my dad, about how stupid I am and wasting my time to be traveling now. And seriously, I am not THAT sick! I still teach all day without fainting, and go out every evening!
In fact, even now when I am sick, I am still a 100 times happier than when I was working in the pharmacy back home.
This conversation last night also reminded me of some conversations we had over the past few weeks. All of them included “You should come back home and start helping me out.” Or “Okay don’t work in the pharmacy, just come back and find another proper job, stop wasting your time and money.”
Yesterday’s conversation also included “So when are you coming back?”
Me: “My flight is on December 27th.”
Dad: “Can’t you make it earlier?”
Me: “No dad, I have a contract with the school now, I can’t leave before it. In fact I am thinking of postponing my flight depending on how much money I’ll have and if it is possible.”
Dad: “This is stupid! I don’t agree!”
Well, I know I am not ‘generating money’ that is well enough to keep me alive traveling at the moment, but I am looking for ways to do so. And until that happens I still will travel as much as possible with every penny in my pocket.
I know my dad doesn’t read this blog (but my mom does! Hey mom, you can send the message to dad) but I’d like him to know that until now these are the happiest days of my life.
Even when I’m broke and have money to do nothing! It is not the first time I get broke, I was also broke in Thailand, and spent a few days just walking around the city and hanging out in my hostel, I was still happy!
Even now when I am sick! Yes I am annoyed by my sickness, that is natural, but I am happy! Just because I am sick doesn’t mean I will end my travels at this point and head back. I want to continue being happy! I have never been happier and I don’t want to give it up!