its all about me

Part of the reason i decided to travel was i was hoping that distance might provide me some perspectve on my own life. I hoped that distance would provide me with some direction on what I want to do, who I am and where I'm going in life. Unfortunately, I'm not sure that this trip has done that or merely driven me into a further state of confuson. Practising journalism hasn't really solidified any particular feelings of passon or hate. So I'm still not sure if that's the right path for me. I love travellng but if i had some dorothy heels 'd be clicking like crazy sometimes, because there really is no place like home. I love the experience of a different culture, especially one so far removed from my own but feel my western ideals creeping up and I want these countries to foster them even though I know that, that kind of thinking is superior and wrong. But my whole life i've grown up with these solid, idealistc values on what is right and what is wrong and almost everyday they are challenged over here. i like to think I'm open minded but being here really makes me think that my tolerance is not as high as i once thought.