I am back in the states. It has been a careening flow of culture shocks and startling realizations; no mobility, no money, and nothing to do. Sunday I watched TV for over four hours; with a group of friends, that's all we did. This is cultural readapting.

Panic had begun to set hold. I want an apartment in the city, one not beset by the money-sucking transportation fees like the free sofa at my parents house in the country. But valor won the day as I opened the classified job-ads and called any god damn number that looked promising.

So now I'm working on a political campaign to clean up the Willamette River, a filthy river that runs through the heart of P-Town (Portland, Oregon, USA). I walk door to door and beg for money. I try not to think of myself as a "dirty filthy whore", because I am doing something good, I think. And I'm happy to being doing a job that makes a difference. But I'm still working out the morale framework for doing this in my mind. The people I work with are usually around college aged, with some notable exceptions. They are all terribly cool and non-apathetic towards social issues. So, it's really great for the office environment factor. But I'm still not 100% sure if I'll stay with this job, I'll adopt a wait and see approach.

At the very least, I am starting my collection of nutty "people-who's-door-I-knocked-in-and-then-INSERT CRAZY THING HERE-happened" stories to share.
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