I've been out for a few days as I'm preparing to move to my new place. It has been such a stressful week because I've been planning how to start my life all over again. I found out that the internet signal is only strong on the beach. And it might mean that I have to always go there just to write for Steemit then probably run or swim too, not in exact order though. Or probably write an article while having a Mango Daiquiri, who knows? $10 a day for a fancy drink will do me no good, financially. I know life can be that harsh! Luckily, the beach is just a short bike ride away from my new place.
However cliché this may sound, “There's a rainbow always after the rain.” As you know, I've gone through a lot of things these past few months and moving to a new place seems like the best idea. Most importantly for my venture as I would be very close to my contractors, suppliers, hotel and resort owners. I would need to be there so I could easily deal with them in person.
I will soon live near a farm. Close to the cows and other farm animals. Because the rent is cheaper than in that tourist trap beach town. But at least, I'm surrounded by mountains, jungles, and beaches. Although I love nature very much, I have to adjust and adapt again. I've lived in a city for a while where I'm close to all the modern conveniences like shops, malls, and big supermarkets. There's a part of me that thinks I might get bored soon but I don't want to overanalyze yet. I tend to worry about the future all the time and it stresses me out.
I got my new place because I had to immediately make a payment or downpayment because I'm quite in tough competition with the travelers who also want to live here. Unfortunately, they are known as walking goldmines because they can easily pay anything upfront with their imported Euros, Dollars or whatever golden currency they use to lure the locals. And of course, the locals who are white-starved can be opportunists too. It happens in the touristic places especially in the developing world. But everyone's the same, NOBODY IS BETTER THAN THE REST. Just stop insisting. Anyway, the travelers will whine being overcharged when they themselves dangle their money in front of everyone who lives off their one night's worth of booze or party money. Tell me about their ways because honestly, I am so sick of hearing them complain about the locals or a place. I'm not saying that all travelers are like that but most of them just want to validate their 'messiah' complex if you know what I mean. Complaining about every single thing that is inferior to what they have in their society. So these days I am guilty of avoiding conversation with these people especially when I'm drunk. Just to avoid trouble. (Except if it's about business as cold as it sounds) Because things will just come out of my chest that easy! Especially after that messy drunken exchange of words with that European with an uppity character. Living in this new place might mean I might have more messy arguments with them because they are everywhere. And they just don't get that from the locals. They are being patronized so much (for money of course). But it does not work for me, like I won't put up with their shit or patronize their entitled tourist behavior. Somebody has to speak up sometimes, sober or not. Anyway, on the bright side, my shelter problem is out of the way now.
Know thy enemy as they say. So I know when they are around, how to kill or avoid them. It's not always sunshine here in paradise. The sandflies are on the loose just before it rains. Those pesky little monsters attack when you forget that you are in a wet sand part or in some warm and windless area. I have an allergic reaction to their bites and they would probably be my new enemies now, second to cockroaches. Scratching the itchy bites is just so tempting.
But hey, sandflies, bitterness and bad internet are not a good combo. I guess I'll just look forward to my new beach life and hope that everything will work out for me this time. If not, then it's not yet the end!