From Rubia to Redhead

It has been 9 months since my departure from the land of good air and my return to the land of good beer.

It has been one blurry and sloggy readjustment, complete with the return of morning hangovers, beer guts and Spotted Cow.

But most importantly it has been a return to the reality of home, of expectations and of the future.

In Argentina, my life extended only 6 months into the future. Six months were easily filled with piropos and my accompanying dirty looks, with teatro and dancing at a gay boliche next door, with trips to Brasil and trips to dipilacion. My only expectation was living to the fullest my six months in Latin America.

But now I have graduated from the illustrious ivory towers of UW-Madison, totting my JBA behind me, and I have the rest of my life as my reality. I have a lifetime of expectations from my family and me to fill.

So of course, in true Niki style, I am panicking … and I am unemployed- the two actions have much more to do with each other than I would like to admit. I am so overwhelmed by the potential of action that I am frozen in immobility.

So yesterday I died my hair red. Yesterday I took an action towards the future.



Yesterday I washed away the rubia of college, of Argentina, and welcomed in the redhead of that scary infinite future.

Check out how this pelirroja takes on the abyss at www.100daysofunemployment.blogspot.com.